More From China
View from the Balcony.
‘China sound bites.’
‘’Honk, Honk’, nudge, nudge’’ The city says , as dust settles behind the wheels of the many transporters. The westerner learns the ebb& flow, to their credit, & moves to counter the moment of impact.
At our gate the guard smiles, as he continues his shift, from dawn to dark it seems. The uniform pleases him & secures our peace.
Serenity in the early days, physical exercise brings a smile, To those who have no time or tradition to comply. Envy!!
The train dislikes his night time duties, And tells All ,who strain to sleep. AWAKE!! AWAKE!! He cries.
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