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Fogged Car Window
Traffic stands still, an endless line,
breaths fogging the glass,
fingers trace absentmindedly,
a world outside, blurred
by the steam of waiting,
a cart selling fried rice.Silence fills the car,
yet it's a quiet that soothes
as if the moment itself
whispers forgotten stories,
turning boredom into a pause
where meaning unexpectedly unfolds.