A poem
a far a view the heart of gold
He who seeks withholds a wiser
the thought we all reach to hold
As night fades away do always remember
that morning comes with a brighter day
This city that we are calling home
It waits until you've succeed.
a far a view the heart of gold
He who seeks withholds a wiser
the thought we all reach to hold
As night fades away do always remember
that morning comes with a brighter day
This city that we are calling home
It waits until you've succeed.
nice work 👍
thank you :)
Nice!
thanks!
Beautiful poem.
thank you very much :)