On Sunday Poem by Holly Moon

On Sunday



Stillness,
Heavenly illumination,
Sunbathing in serenity,
As though by the seashore,
Carefree, Absolutely fine,
Lacking nothing,
Lacking no-one.

This is heaven,
It's Sunday,
So good to be free,
With another,
Somehow, it's not the same.

Better to love someone,
But live apart,
I can't bear the intrusion,
I'm meant to live alone.

Sunday, October 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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