Sunday hums a quiet tune,
Soft as dawn and bright as noon.
Golden rays and skies so wide,
A peaceful breath, the world untried.
Church bells ring or coffee steams,
Books and laughter, drifting dreams.
Time moves slow, no rush, no race,
A sacred pause, a warm embrace.
Soon the night will call the end,
Monday waits around the bend.
But for now, just let it be—
Sunday’s here to set us free.
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