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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Comments2
A lovely write that feels warm and inviting. Very nice
Thank you!
Most welcome
Saturdays and Fridays are the best days
Love them!!!
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