It's one thirty in the afternoon,
Still waiting to be interviewed
For a job I might never get.
Looking outside from a 17th floor of a 30 story building, I got amazed by how beautifully blue the sky is,
The brightness of the sun perfectly compliments the color of the sky.
People walking under the heat of the sun;
Their cheeks being kissed by warm air that passes by,
The warm wind blowing their hair,
And blowing the leaves of the trees beside the streets.
Seeing these simple yet spectacular beauty,
Makes me want to sit still until my eyes slowly closed... permanently
But then my name was called.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
It's one thirty in the afternoon,
Still waiting to be interviewed
For a job I might never get.
Looking outside from a 17th floor of a 30 story building, I got amazed by how beautifully blue the sky is,
The brightness of the sun perfectly compliments the color of the sky.
People walking under the heat of the sun;
Their cheeks being kissed by warm air that passes by,
The warm wind blowing their hair,
And blowing the leaves of the trees beside the streets.
Seeing these simple yet spectacular beauty,
Makes me want to sit still until my eyes slowly closed... permanently
But then my name was called.
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