The blue hour
From sunset
To twilight
Forsakes
The birds are
Disappearing
The children
At play.
Mothers start
Shouting
Time to
Come in
The children
Rebel
Five more minutes
Until.
We finish
The game
Then
To comply
The blue hour
Almost over
Darkness
A blink of an eye.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
There is a feel a nostalgic image of this time that seems imprinted in the mind and heart as special apart from all other hours of the day or night. Most lovely
very kind, thanking you
You are most welcome
Reminds me of having to be home before the street lights came on. Lol. Always wanted to keep playing.
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