Sunday breaks with golden hue,
A canvas painted fresh and new.
The gentle sun dispels the night,
A tranquil dawn in morning light.
Soft whispers of the waking breeze,
The world moves slow, a gentle pace,
In this serene and sacred space.
Time stretches out in leisurely grace,
The hours drift, both sweet and slow,
From brunch’s cheer to quiet strolls,
In moments simple, joy is found,
As Sunday’s peace wraps all around.
Resting in the day’s soft glow,
We savor time, letting worries go.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.