I crossed along the intersection,
Waiting for the traffic light turn to green,
People waited patiently through the traffic on the street.
Little by little,
The time goes to zero,
I stared at the people,
Rushing through the street line crossing.
By the time we got through,
They halted on the side,
There they waited for their turn for a ride.
As we go,
I see it all,
People who work and go to their point,
That's how I discovered why it is called,
Marikina's busy street point.
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
