A time like this

I love Sunday noon the most

The time where everything is at rest from busy days ago

The sun place itself in the fluff of cloud

A couple birds have a little talk in branches away

I lay my light body with closed eyes

The only noise in the room is my heartbeat

It’s like time moving slowly

Everything at place in harmony

For a moment,

A glimpse

The world –however small its range- feel well

—-

Under the roof, apr 16th, 2017

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