Sunday Solitude Soliloquy
Soaring on a Sunday
Looking for a quiet place to land--
a place no one can find me;
a place where there is no plan.
The silent flap of my wings
barely makes a stir
until voila!
Sweet and soft I land.
Oh Joy! Oh Joy!
I found a place of calm and silence just for me.
My own gentle moment of peace and quiet
to calm the beast in me.
I bask in this soft, sweet moment
to refresh my tired mind.
Tomorrow is another day,
but today is the day I unwind.
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