// Sunday Binge //
A lethargic day to flaunt
my undynamic moves
the sun peeps out there with
the birds' first call,
a day when time flies but never crawls,
clear sky with shade of ocean blue
as the day passes with null thoughts,
wish I gobble up a dozen candies,
the nature melting into a dark hue
while I whisk coffee with m'mellows
sending aroma of love and lost,
I then blow brewed bubbles,
yonder a pile of work pieces staring at me,
" have you sprayed a procastination
ink on us?", they all weep,
I still lean on the window pretend'in to be deaf,
brushing my eyelids on the vista through it,
glorifying how the momma bird feeds
her tiny settled children,
Today, vast relief to be produced,
shall I pick up a movie or
hang up for a tittle-tattle or
shall I cook something,
or to an old friend shall I ping,
It is the day, I can cheat my diet
or just meander through the lanes
in the silvery sapphire night !
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