Sundays without you
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Sundays without you,
Are sad and lack in splendor.
And my heart beats no more,
As strongly as it used to!
In my head, soundless words
Whisper old promises.
Clinging onto memories,
My soul forever hopes.
Sundays now are umber.
My spirit - a barren sky,
Once a universe banzai,
Without you is lost in slumber.
Are sad and lack in splendor.
And my heart beats no more,
As strongly as it used to!
In my head, soundless words
Whisper old promises.
Clinging onto memories,
My soul forever hopes.
Sundays now are umber.
My spirit - a barren sky,
Once a universe banzai,
Without you is lost in slumber.
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Poetry.com 4.6 out of 5 based on 233 votes.
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I enjoyed this poem
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Cool thanks for sharing
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I like this one!
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beautiful poem
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Sweet!
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very good
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Just perfect
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Cool poem
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I deeply feel your emotion
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Sunday is my day with my wife
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Keep at it
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Love this one too
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Ya keep writing bud
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Cool.. very original
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Wonderful
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You are a thinker!
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Good work man!
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thanks for this. great read. very profound.
I'll be glad if you review mine too :))
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Good work and the writing is wonderful.
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Well-written. Deep stuff
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Terriffic
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Is very deep and so emotional great poem
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loved it
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Great style!
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This is amazing.
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