With the sun cooling the air, from the heat,
The wind blows right across my startled face,
To witness the turning on of the bright city lights,
To see such a magnificent red glow of the sun disappearing.
To watch the standing commuters await for their own bus to arrive,
Whilst no one says anything to anyone as no one knows him or her all.
Speechless looks of no interest are indivualy shared,
As I think of a way to approach anybody for any word of discussion.
Then, I talk like a dumbly, feeling stupid outside,
Whilst my happiness in emotions are being felt inside.
I wonder whether to make other people happy is to make me laugh first,
Or is it better to make the last laugh, before everybody else.
And here it is dark, not to be found a spark from the sun,
You can see the people rush to get their buses,
You can feel just a fresh very light wind, rush across the street,
While I’m left standing there in a stupor of amazement.
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