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What do you do on weekends?
I sleep, sleep and sleep
Breaking the routines of the weekdays
No early morning tea, it is brunch
No early morning dressing up for office
It is crumpled, comfortable, cotton wears
The afternoons are lazy dreamtimes
Listening to the little birds talking
Watching the sun filter through the canopy
Getting to know the house again
Visiting corners not seen during the weekdays
Opening cupboards to rediscover things
Each weekend, I fall in love with my house again
It talks to me in many languages
Through shifting sunlight, soft winds, mild fragrances
I am sort of retired but I wake up to write, draw and check my email Bravo!
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8/7/2025 2:07:49 PM # 1.0.0
Weekends are the best time to do things like cleaning rooms, arranging books and gardening. This is my weekend hobbies. Simple and beautiful write.
Glad that you could relate to my poem!