Love Poem: Sunday Night Serenade
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Written by: Panagiota Romios

Sunday Night Serenade

It was a very humid day.
However,the leaves are waving at the sun.
Like pennants at a football game.
The branches of the trees doing a belly dance 
at close of this day.
The kitchen smells like a diner with
fresh meatloaf.
My cat, licks her jaws happily after her
Almost time to put down my quill.
To bathe, to dream, above all, to love.
And most importantly, to be grateful


                   June 14, 2020
                     8pm  PST
                   Poem # 1241