Sunday Poem by Ayesha iSha
Sunday
When my eyes are heavy
And I can’t sleep
I know its Sunday
When my heart weeps
And eyes are dry
I know its Sunday
When my mind drifts in the past
And I struggle to stay in present
I know its Sunday
When only one image sways
No matter I open or shut my eyes
I know its Sunday
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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