One day I went to see a hill,
A strange atmosphere then I can feel.
The birds and flowers of that place,
Who will be more beautiful doing the race?
The memory I got on this day,
I can not express, not even say.
The colourful picture of the nature,
Can easily make a wonderful feature.
The sounds and breeze of the high,
Made me so different don’t know why????
1 comment:
hey its a nice one.
are you a poet?
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