Sunday's Tranquil Peace

A sweet short poem about Sunday

Sunday's Tranquil Peace

Sunday sighs, a gentle breeze,

Rustling through the morning trees.

A day to dream, a day to doze,

To sip slow tea and write in prose.

The world slows down, a languid pace,

A chance to smile with joyful grace.

With loved ones near, or all alone,

A quiet peace to call your own.

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