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(A gloomy, rainy Sunday...4:50 pm) Sundown comes, and takes with it, the spirit, the lilt of the day. it wearies, and wanes...restless minds succumb to acquiescence and introspection at day's end, the dark calms the world... we thank God, for saving us one more long day...from misfortunes,   diseases, from the evils of humanity. on lengthened gloomy days, ashen hues of displeasure ebb and flow, born from hushed questions...dying unanswered, it's hard at times, to keep on loving all that we love...do everything we love doing, with the same longing and enthusiasm...as before. to be, or not to be, to do, or not to do, to love, or not to love--- how do you practice continuance, while reeling upon the murky mid streams in life? what if, we are suddenly, summoned...to back off from existence, take a final break? do we carry resentment wherever we may end up? whatever second life awaits us? our weary souls take rest, these wonderings fade, as we close our eyes at night...rising to a hopeful sunrise, to wondrous chirpings of birds...to rooster's calls...to water flowing from the faucet...the sweet smell of maple syrup and freshly made pancakes, and sniffs of coffee brewing...songs and scents of a new morning, then, sun peeps through slits and spaces, melting last night's dark perspectives...a continuance occurs...another day to tackle. .:::::::. ::        ::          ::        ::       ::       ::              ::            :::::::::::    sally b © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan    August 25, 2021 #morning #continuance #sallyb
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 5:04 AM UTC
Continuance
(A gloomy, rainy Sunday...4:50 pm) Sundown comes, and takes with it, the spirit, the lilt of the day. it wearies, and wanes...restless minds succumb to acquiescence and introspection at day's end, the dark calms the world... we thank God, for saving us one more long day...from misfortunes,   diseases, from the evils of humanity. on lengthened gloomy days, ashen hues of displeasure ebb and flow, born from hushed questions...dying unanswered, it's hard at times, to keep on loving all that we love...do everything we love doing, with the same longing and enthusiasm...as before. to be, or not to be, to do, or not to do, to love, or not to love--- how do you practice continuance, while reeling upon the murky mid streams in life? what if, we are suddenly, summoned...to back off from existence, take a final break? do we carry resentment wherever we may end up? whatever second life awaits us? our weary souls take rest, these wonderings fade, as we close our eyes at night...rising to a hopeful sunrise, to wondrous chirpings of birds...to rooster's calls...to water flowing from the faucet...the sweet smell of maple syrup and freshly made pancakes, and sniffs of coffee brewing...songs and scents of a new morning, then, sun peeps through slits and spaces, melting last night's dark perspectives...a continuance occurs...another day to tackle. .:::::::. ::        ::          ::        ::       ::       ::              ::            :::::::::::    sally b © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan    August 25, 2021 #morning #continuance #sallyb
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 5:04 AM UTC
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