#1484-Days


He blows his horn,

To an unknown crowd,

One summer Sunday.

Hours with friends,

Doing what he knows.

Unimagined days,

When everyone has left,

Except loneliness,

Empty rooms, and hours,

Waiting to be sold.

So let’s blow,

While there’s still time.

Help a few smile, and

Hope for another tomorrow,

To carry on,

Into this unknown.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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