Sunday Morning Poem by alexandros filippakis

Sunday Morning

Rating: 3.5


Waking up on a Sunday morning
Compressed into emptiness
I feel that in the skies
There’s a safe place for me
A departure for another continent!
I say to myself
But then again
Destination is sadness
For the higher I rise
New languages I learn
But in my evening home coming
I meet myself mute and deaf

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