Sunday Morning Poem by Tshering Chekii

Sunday Morning



Engulfed in melancholy,
Yearning for the lost treasure,
Repenting over the flown time,
Soaring with the regrets,
Sealing the memories,
Sparkling of the misty eyes,
I spent my Sunday morning,
Entering into the characters,
Watching a sad movie.

Monday, May 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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