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Poetry By: maystar

People who have never been to a place think it's the best. That is London for you. Like a person travels from their home because of fighting and a job, for them to come here to get no job or a low paid factory one

Submitted:Nov 26, 2011    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The beautiful colours of the sunset dawn.
The preety silhouette, of the london eye,
and houses of parliament.
The bold in white 'LONDON', on a postcard
with the flags colours.

That is London, the over exaggerated dream,
that can't be lived up to.
It's like a place, that you are drawn in to,
You look for it, but can't find it.
like Atlantic city.

It's fighting and war.
Blood shed and misery.
where people have dreams,
only to be shattered.
It's a place where foriengers come to,

For hope and fresh starts,
but regret coming.
It looks great from a far but is but a mere disappiontment.
That's London for you.


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