Sunday's Hush: A Poem for a Misty Morning
Misty Beach Sunrise
Beach with palm trees shrouded in mist/sunlight
A Gift of Peace
The sun arrives, a gentle, golden sigh,
To paint the Saint Lucian morning sky.
The world slows down, a quiet, perfect beat,
A gift of grace, so tender and complete.
Embracing the Mist
The air is grey and misty, quiet, yes,
In Sunday's hush, the heart can find its ease,
Beneath the rustle of the morning breeze.
A peaceful moment, whispered and serene,
The sweetest pause a soul has ever seen.

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