There is a nice place.
We call her a palace.
However, you think she is old.
She is always for our soul.
She gives us bright and brave.
To be honest like a grace.
The day we will go away.
She can't be follow away.
She will wait for us all the day.
She is faithful to all of us.
So, we love her from our heart.
Now ,I left from my palace.
Half and 4 years in this place.
Now, I am getting old.
But my palace is still in my soul.
She will also ask for a dream.
I will be in her dream.
I will be in her dream.
For our sweet home.
ReplyDeleteI was leaving my home since 2007 and I haven't gone back there until today. I wrote this poem as a gift for our sweet home who is waiting for the day we come back.