Sunday (a small poem)

and the sun rises another day,

yawning, dawning.

And always, absolutely always the earth reaches up to greet her,

running with windblown hair.

Happy birthday

to the earth, day

everyday is Sunday

(even on a Tuesday, like today)


this very short post was inspired by @Tellio

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