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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

My first house (poem)

My childhood home is the house of my dreams

The house where I took my first steps and I knew the love of my parents

My childhood home where I spend summers and enjoy winters

The house of my parents where its walls were my canvases for my works of art

My first house, my eternal castle, with glass walls and floors of mirrors

The house that I always love and where beautiful memories I will keep.

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thanks for your beautiful poem @anasuleidy

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