Poem -
My town
Like 0 Pin it 0What is a townĀ
A place where you liveĀ
Breathe, give,Ā
Perhaps a bridgeĀ
Where your home sitsĀ
On a plot of landĀ
Where you feet walkĀ
Across the dusty sandĀ
Where your children were born
Your mother poured scornĀ
Your friend died forlornĀ
Where your first pet livedĀ
And died in your armsĀ
Where your team won its gameĀ
First kiss is to blameĀ
By the riverĀ
Of my townĀ
I lay under the treeĀ
The town vista I seeĀ
God I love this town
Give it back to me
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My city is a jumble of iron and cement, cut trees, plants lanterns and placed seats with elders to the Sun, my town is the tomb of the dreams, of the solidarity and of the love.
If you could grow without play, If outside can breathe without lungs, It would be nice living in my town.
My city is a place of solitude shared, full of bad smells, chairs of stone with elders sitting in the Sun, with children playing football in the streets streets and in where nobody is concern of anyone.
Despite all that the cities you want to them is because they are our earliest memories, all of our pets and almost all our loves.
A Greeting to All.
Post your words!!Ā
Thank uuuu Mr Lucas Lazar
an inspiring reply
LuV Jai:)