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Tranquil Sunday Morn!

On this tranquil Sunday morn, let me share,
A poem to uplift and inspire, with care.
When the sun's gentle rays kiss your face,
Embrace the day with boundless grace.

Let go of worries, troubles of the past,
For today is a chance, a new die cast.
With each rising breath, feel your spirit soar,
Know that within you, endless strength pours.

Dream big, for dreams have no boundaries,
Reach for the stars, with unwavering certainties.
Believe in yourself, your heart's inner fire,
Ignite your passions, let them take you higher.

In the depths of your soul lies a hidden power,
Unleash it, let it bloom like a wildflower.
Embrace the challenges that come your way,
For they mold you, shape you, day by day.

Find joy in the simplest of moments, my friend,
For life's true treasures, often they transcend.
Be kind, spread love, like sunshine's gentle ray,
Illuminate the path for others, show them the way.

Today is a gift, a chance to start anew,
To pursue dreams, to make them come true.
So seize this Sunday with courage and might,
Embrace its essence, bask in its radiant light.

May this poem inspire you to shine,
To embrace each Sunday, oh, so divine.
For within your heart, the power resides,
To make Sundays and every day a joyful ride.
Sunday Morn weather.
Francie Lynch Dec 2015
I wonder if I'm losing my mind.
Who, in their right mind, would think:
                     Our world is losing gravity,
                      And no one can escape...

I've a sensibility that sees the world:
                      There's a smell of beach on you...
Perhaps I'm too sensitive.
Perhaps I'll end up sitting in a corner,
Drooling verse:
                       Poets die, it's sad but true,
                       And it matters not what their bodies do...

A million years ago I was one to jeer
At the elderly,
Laugh at jokes in poor taste,
Avoid or ignor the extended empty coffee cup;
I wasn't thinking:
                        Charity is never wasted,
                         Even when refused;
                         A simple act of selflessness
                         Cannot be reduced.

What's to become of me?
Is it infectious?
What would happen if I sneezed at the world?
A pandemic of sensitivity?
Then where would we be!
I just might be doomed, and left drooling.
All italics are from previous bits.

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