Didith Marcelo (January 1,1989 / Phillippines)
I sit and trying to find a words to express my feelings,
I close my eyes and let my heart speak to my mind.
I learn a fine time playing and I was glad.
Pencil is in my hand,
My fingers set the pencil to begin the scribble.
My thoughts rumbling,
as the ear of my consciousness hears the sounds.
Trying to deliver all the thoughts that is behind of my mind.
That's why I wrote a song,
I realized it is my spirit singing like a crowd,
Making a joyful rhyme.
And my soul dancing along with the rhythm.
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