Wednesday, March 6, 2013

My Tea

As my throat dries,
I sip my tea while walking back,
The walk wasn't long but it was still a distance,
People were walking around at a normal pace,
The city was calm and quiet,
The atmosphere and aura were different,
I smell fuel in the air,
Is it just me?

I sip my tea as I was passing through the shop lots,
I can taste fuel in my mouth for reasons I don't know with every sip,
Were these cause by passing traffics?
I don't know how to end this,
But I got to my car safe and sound,
And my tea in the bin.

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