Hi guys this is my first story well its not really a story its a poem about London because I'm currently in London.HOPE YOU ENJOY!!
MY CITY HAS A LOT OF FACES.
My city has a lot of faces,
There is a lot of races,
Money, money, money, is all they talk about,
Money is not sweet as honey,
Oh lord help them they are going out of their minds all day and all night,
They don't care if there are elf's,
They just care about them self's,
Don't mistreat the poor,
That's not what they are for,
Be proud, Aim high, Work hard, Be nice and No excuses,
Help the poor and live a pure life,
Make sure your city doesn't have many faces like mine.
This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition.
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For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly.
But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception.
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Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy?
Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*)
N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION
M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT ( ̄▽ ̄)
◇Used Pictures are not mine
◇Source: pinterest
♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*