Sunday’s Poems.

A day like this

We met once

To play the game of life

Together – like a dance.


Our weekend dreams

Observing the clouds

A Stormy Sunday

Filled us with doubts.


Typing again

To relieve the pain

Afraid to tell you

To dance in the rain.


Soaking wet 

My whole life

Thunders and storms

Became my drive.


I have stopped to hope

In the sun of tomorrow

My spirit alone

And nothing to borrow.


Hold my hand

For days and months

Together we stand

you said to me once.

-The end.-

Thank you for reading my poem.

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