The Gentle Embrace of a Sunday Morning

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As dawn whispers through the sleepy trees,
The world awakens with a tender breeze.
Sunlight dances on the morning dew,
Painting the world in a golden hue.

Birds sing sweet serenades in the sky,
While children play and dreams fly high.
The day unfolds in a soft, serene way,
A perfect canvas for hearts to sway.

Warm tea sipped in the calm of the day,
As worries and stress gently drift away.
Conversations flow in a gentle stream,
On this day, life’s simpler than it seems.

As twilight falls and the stars appear,
Sunday whispers, “Rest, my dear.”
With hearts full and spirits light,
We cherish this day into the night.

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