Flow Of Traffic

The traffic flows, a never-ending stream,

A constant rush, a chaotic dream.

Cars and trucks, they speed along,

Honking horns, a familiar song.

Red lights stop them, but just for a while,

Then it's back to the race, mile after mile.

The lanes are crowded, the roads are packed,

But in this hustle, there's no looking back.

The traffic flows, through streets and towns,

People hurry, with their heads bowed down.

An endless journey, a daily routine,

A part of life, that we've all seen.

But amidst the chaos, there's beauty too,

A city's pulse, a rhythm so true.

The traffic flows, like a river's tide,

Bringing us closer, side by side.

So let us embrace, this bustling scene,

And find joy, in what might have been seen mean.

For the traffic flows, a never-ending stream,

A symphony of life, a beautiful theme.

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