All Sunday Was Like Poem by Sumita Jetley

All Sunday Was Like



sleeping

reading

dreaming
sleeping

and then on monday to crib, "i could not read"

Monday, February 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: sun
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usually, that is something beautiful about days when you are unsure, can't say
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