prescient

Perhaps our days can do this
Reconnecting with a relaxing atmosphere
Evoking the desire for hours together
Silencing a few frustrations
Culminating when this does not happen enough
Inside our mild minds a calm bonding
Eases the tough times of everyday life
No minute is a great happy cloud
That makes me forget as much as this
Pointing the way to an even better day
Replacing the world with a flow of ours
Ending everything bad is your smile
Slowly followed by your sigh as
Chills drifting up and down my spine
If tomorrow never comes I would be okay
Eulogy to the passing of the day
Now I feel like we are ourselves again
Taking the Sunday route to our dream

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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