Homework-write a poetry

[retep]

I`m done...
"I`m still in New York"
There is a big enigma-a big city`s solitude.
Fussy life behind the windows never becomes quiet
-Only you are still, and nobody puts you in a good mood.
People in crowded streets are like ants.
Everyone goes on their way to a big ant-hill.
- Only you look for anybody, who you can talkwith or can dance with.
In street`s labyrinths you may get lost forever.
Everyone seizes on Ariadne`s thread for himself.
- Only you want to seize together and don`t want things to sever.
Big city brings a terror- and it`s a surprise.
Big city gives a freedom- and it`s a prison, too.
So, why am I still in New York?

[Daisy]

Ha! I like this poem. Sometimes I have the same feeling, though i do not live in a big city as New York. I just feel very comfortbale outdoors.

[Jailbird]

That's nicely done!!!
I like it! Do you have any other poems?!
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Your Jailbird