Saturday sun spills through the blinds,
coffee steam curls, time unwinds.
Bare feet on wood, laughter rings,
no clocks, no rush, just simple things.
Sunday stretches lazy and slow,
books and blankets, soft radio glow.
Golden hours melt into night,
home feels like heaven, warm and bright.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2026 16:25
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Comments1
A lovely write that feels warm and inviting. Very nice
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