Sunday.

In silence together.
Was whispered indecision.
Under thought over duvet.
We talked.
On Sunday weeping.
Till all the rivers flooded.
And bows of trees wept.
Bending slightly to kiss the ground.
So was I lost in this world wind.
Until the light of the sun.

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