"From Afar" | 1 out of 365 poems

It was half-past seven
on a summer night,
People were strolling outside,
Aimlessly, looking for an adventure
walking on the meandering path

It was half-past seven
A father with his son and daughter
were playing outside
their happy laughter could be
heard from afar

The sun was still blazing
For a brief instant, all my worries were dissolved
I was in the present moment
Watching the city hustle and bustle
from afar

I took a deep breath
wishing for it to last
Just for an additional moment,
I wanted to forget my past.