This traffic seems like an obstacle
between us and food,
which is endless,
It's moving so slow which feels like an eternity,
Plus what makes it worst is to witness
someone being hijacked
right next to us
but at the same time also very terrifying,
so we locked the doors,
closed the windows
and
praying this traffic jam would come to an end.
After waiting for 1hour and 44mins
finally we came out of this taffic jam and
finally going to get something to eat to satisfied our hunger
YOU ARE READING
THAT GIRL
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded a...
