It’s that time of the day,
when everything is suddenly slow,
and people seem to forget
to look at the blue hour glow.
Tired faces
we see everywhere,
they forget to stop
and smell the fresh air.
Drop whatever you’re holding,
don’t stare at your phone,
look up in the sky,
this is the world you own.
The night is still young,
It’s nice to go out and roam,
there’s beauty in sundown,
why rush to go home?
“CITY HALL”
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“BLUE HOUR”
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Hi Penny! This is great! Your words remind me to appreciate life out of work. Keep it up!
Hi Marge!
Thanks! Glad you liked it.
GANDA LANG!
Omg! Thanks!!!