sunday.

In a little café by the Jetty,

Seagulls soaring,

Flapping by.

An acoustic guitar singer,

At the corner of the balcony

Singing in a honeyed-filled melody.

Drinking a cup of tea,

Turn and smile.

She returns with a joyful glee of happiness.

As she continues to sing

Songs that ring bells in me.

Beautiful, Harmonic.

As it soothe my Sunday noon like a milk bath,

With rose petals surround

In love and peace.