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Sunday Nights

  • Candida Villalta
  • Oct 29, 2022
  • 1 min read

Sunday nights nights of solitude.

The nights before waking up too soon.

Routinely getting no rest;

nightglows glowing

through the window.

Candle glows flowing

through the mellowness

reaching the unlit and

lit corners.

Sunday nights,

nights before chaotic mornings.


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