Amid the blur of bustling days, there lies a tranquil pause,
A moment wrapped in stillness, free from life’s relentless claws.
Wednesday whispers softly, a gentle midweek sigh,
Between the dawn and twilight, where dreams and moments fly.
The dawn breaks with a promise, a whisper in the air,
Of fleeting joys and sorrows, of moments pure and rare.
It holds us in its balance, neither here nor there,
A bridge between the chaos, a fleeting breath of care.
The sun ascends with fervor, painting skies with grace,
Illuminating pathways, in this solemn, sacred space.
Wednesday’s gentle presence, a comfort to embrace,
A day of introspection, a calm and tender place.
As twilight cloaks the evening, with hues of dusk and night,
Wednesday fades so softly, beneath the moon’s soft light.
Yet in its quiet passage, it leaves a mark so slight,
A whisper of reflection, a midweek heart’s delight.