In the middle of paradise
There is my country home
It is filled with beauties
More beautiful than Rome
Greener then the color itself
Here, I have reason to live
Can make thousand memories
If I ever want to keep
No beauties can be compared
When it smiles as it glow
This are my thoughts
When my eyes are close
YOU ARE READING
Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
