Time In Los Angeles Poem by Natasa To

Time in Los Angeles

Beneath the palms of golden light,
Los Angeles glows into the night.
The ocean whispers, soft and blue,
While city lights come shining through.

On Sunset roads, the moments race,
Yet somehow time slows down its pace.
A warm breeze carries dreams along,
Through crowded streets and distant songs.

The hills hold stories in their view,
Of skies painted pink, then turning blue.
And every sunset seems to say,
"Stay for a little longer—stay."

In L.A., the days feel wide,
With endless roads and dreams to ride.
And when the evening starts to fall,
You realize—you'll miss it all.