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My ride to work
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observations on life A sudden jolt awakes my thoughts
as we rattle down the bustling road.
Window panes steamed opaque
whilst vacant faces stare into the void.
The scents of different personalities blend,
uncontrollably into one,
invading each others unspoken,
unseen space.
Voices, chattering, fill the air
and secret discussion allows me to hear
just a slight, tempting morsel,
before snatching it away
by the tone of a bell.
every morning a new adventure,
a different story,
a brand new smell.
My day begins on the bus.
Oh yes Andrea, lol, nothing like the smell of a bus...oooh yeah...thanks for the memories...Oddly
*inhales slowly sipping the essence of your beautiful writing* into your beautiful mind a thousand steps wandered and still enjoying the landscape sublime... its rolling hills and shimmering fields of daiseys dancing and cool waters spilling... into my eyes and on my mind a delicate shiver runs down my spine... *exhales slowly tasting your sweetness once again*...Mmmmmmmm :)