Sunday Morning
When I see the world with half opened eyes,
When thud of news paper welcomes the sun rays white
I assemble all the energy to get up,
And fall again to feel the same dreamy world of night.
I was flying with you on the silver clouds,
Somebody stole my bike but still we were laughing,
I took your hand and your were whirling around me,
We tripped over a stone and caught raindrops while swinging.
I feel a tinge of tea while my back is on the wall,
My head resting on my hand, asking for more sleep
Light music of “Chasing Cars” pouring slowly in my ears,
I was crooning it to fight the marsh in heart deep.
Half opened door of the cupboard gives me a glimpse,
Of the past year’s golden days,
When we were together in summer and rain,
And today we have chosen different ways.
My eyes are closed again and I dare to open,
I can see the same roof, rock and crossroads
Smile with bright sparkling eyes,
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If I lay here and forget the world,
If I don’t listen to wake up calls and downstairs' whining,
I will be happy remaining in the same world of
Just few hours before the Sunday morning.