Sunday, blessed Sunday, it
Used to be so quiet and so calm;
No noise at all, a lovely
Day to rest - a soothing balm;
A day that never failed to
Yield it's love and peace and charm.
(Written Feb 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this one - peaceful and well rhymed. Lovely last line.