New York

New York is the city of screaming nights,

The city of dreams and blinding lights,

Of taxicabs and honking horns,

Where some dreams die, and some are born.

New York is colorful and alive.

Diversity here sure survives!

So many people who want to stay,

But some New Yorkers move away.

Billboards and TV are seen all around,

Planes in the air, cars on the ground.

Boats crossing the big, big blue,

To New York Harbor they pull into.

So if the big city is your kinda place,

Then New York is offering you her space.

This poem is about: 
My country
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