Sunday Mornings - Sierra Dunne Sunday Mornings. Deep in the woodlands, Sprawled across pastures, We found ourselves. Clothed in warm sunlight, we ran, Our feet caked with dirt And our hearts filled with wonder. What did we have to worry about or fear? We had no inhibitions, And the soft breeze made us feel invincible. It caressed our faces As we turned them up to the open sky And smiled. Now we pass by each other In stone gray hallways, No smiles or words between us. You always look tired and prefer your own company. I always feel dead inside. I guess thats part of growing up. The colors and warmth of innocence Have left us behind. We worry too much, Our hearts become cold, And eventually We forget about those Sunday mornings.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 02:56:03 +0000
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