Sunday
It is a so nice and cool day,
Passing daily work is a ray,
Kids will get up late and say,
Escaping the Sun on our way
Eyes have kept the dreams set up,
Ideas will mingle with the fury,
Sharing the sweet and bit it unit,
Family furnish its relief worry,
Scanning the action to go gently
Saying the prayer sends the urge
Calling the threads of kneading,
Knot the bad deeds direct to holy.
And day by day it makes thick,
Warm cloth on their lives of them.
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