a rich cup of coffee
a brilliance of Sun
a chat with the neighbor
on the the balcony
leading into hiking round a lake
and chatting in the hut
a Sunday made for thinking
about eternities
not every Sunday
shines
not every one
is active
some are crippled by the rain
and the cold thoughts
it endues
but then the Sun will shine
in Bilefeld
and drift along the highway
to the little alley
where I live
and I will smile
and drink my coffee
knowing that I've much to learn
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