For tourists its like a new adventure,
A home away from home but still stranger.
For its people its the same old struggle,
Every other dig is just like a hurdle.
For lovers it might be a romantic reason,
For singles just as lonesome.
Everything is a miracle, when it happens for the first time.
Same with the rain, the love gets rusted in overtime.
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Rhythm
Poetry#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
