photo: a heron alone as a Sunday in Marahau
I was walking around the city
but I could hear my footsteps
like in my childhood Sundays
Everyone had gone home
for tea
Of course, we would have to
wait until Monday
to get back to life
photo: a heron alone as a Sunday in Marahau
I was walking around the city
but I could hear my footsteps
like in my childhood Sundays
Everyone had gone home
for tea
Of course, we would have to
wait until Monday
to get back to life
Beautiful poem! We would have wait for a new day well shared
Thank you Priti 🙂
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A poem to match the quality of the photograph. A reminder, too, of those boring Sunday evenings of childhood 🙂
Thank you Derrick