Some Sundays...




Some Sundays swallow sad stressful stretches, stopping slothful sensations.

Some Sundays surface some scattered shapes, sounds, senses: synthesized seamlessly.

Some Sundays speechlessly sew silence; surprising stimulations surrounding self survival.

Some Sundays stir some submerged sentiments sketching sundry sensations.

Some Sundays start stimulating strange sparks, surpassing standardised situations.


(This post is Inspired by #IndiSpire 107) 

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