Gentle fresh breeze greeted every new morn,
Clear blue sky as the sun shone,
What a sight to behold but slowly forever gone.
Today skyscrapers sprouting everywhere,
Beware of polluted, stale and stuffy air,
Hazy skies a daily nightmare,
And yet, who will really care?
Prescription : Think of the legacy that we hope to leave...
(13.04.11-Wednesday)
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