I grew up in a house made of bamboo,
with surroundings full of trees and kiddo,
where me and my siblings born into.
A house we called our home,
where care, respect and love were form,
a place different from we called a dorm.
A column and a rooftop used for protection,
from flying creatures that have bad intention,
to an evil person that may bring a poison.
With living room where we used to watch and play,
a place where get together we do everyday,
a place where we relazed after a long tiring day.
With dining area where we learn how to cook,
familiarizing utensils, things that we aren't know how to look,
the only place I knew where I started reading the cook book.
With sleeping room where our bodies laid to rest,
that has comforting pillows and mattress we love to press,
a place where I cried and find a solemn inner peace!
These were the only section in our house where my memories lay,
A place where I and my family stood together and pray,
Someday, a place that I can call my own, my home, today and forever!
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Masterpieces (A Collection of Poems)
Random"Masterpieces" it tells something about me, my past, my inner feelings and my love... Everything is written and expressed through this poems... This is an expression of all my heartaches, happiness, longings and memories that I will never forget. It...
