Poem -
My town
Like 0 Pin it 0What is a town
A place where you live
Breathe, give,
Perhaps a bridge
Where your home sits
On a plot of land
Where you feet walk
Across the dusty sand
Where your children were born
Your mother poured scorn
Your friend died forlorn
Where your first pet lived
And died in your arms
Where your team won its game
First kiss is to blame
By the river
Of my town
I lay under the tree
The town vista I see
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!!
Thank uuuu Mr Lucas Lazar
an inspiring reply
LuV Jai:)