I remember the old store
down on the 8th and Clark,
that is where
my dreams became real.
Several feet from there
is the old oak tree,
where I had my first kiss.
At the intersection
with the main street,
stands my favorite
ice cream place.
Few steps forward
is my elementary school,
where I became,
a person that I am today.
And at the end...
Well, it's you,
waiting.
-F.B.
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neon city
PoetryWelcome to neon city, a place where poetry mixes with song, dance and different stories. Neon city is my first poetry collection book, following the poetry booklet "The flow of life". The book contains 35 poems/songs, all talking about future, love...
