There`s something ,
about a Sunday morning,
that makes you feel all alone .
when i woke
this morning,
the sky was gray
a wisp of cold winds
blowing all day
a hint of winter in the air
the rain
will come soon
as the sun goes down revealing the moon
a feel of
lonilness in the air
as i sit on the porch swing
wishing
that i wasn`t
all alone...
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Author:
Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2020 21:01
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Comments2
Fine emotion laden write ron.
thanks andy
A nice write Ron. Maybe it depends - if a sunny Summer Sunday morning, we may not feel lonely, but get up early for church, a ramble, etc.
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