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Light spills in, the world slows down
Steam from a cup draws lazy lines
Sunday's hush between the signs
A book half-read, a mind half-lost
In golden light, no need for clocks
And it’s just me and this view
Of quiet skies and avenues
Through this Sunday window scene
Life feels softer, in between
Every moment draped in grace
Like time forgot this little place
Raindrops gone but streets still shine
Echoes hum of passing time
People laugh beneath their breath
While I sit still, inside the rest
And it’s just me and this view
Of mellow light and shades of blue
Through this Sunday window scene
Life feels softer, in between
Every moment draped in grace
Like time forgot this little place
No rush, no need
Just air and peace
And if the world keeps turning
Let it turn without me
In this Sunday window scene
I’ll stay where the quiet leans
Every shadow speaks of calm
Wrapped in jazz and café charm
Light fades slow, but I remain
