Home - Poem by Cristone Benavente
in bird's eye-view, the city looks
like scattered gems at a dark velvet night;
beds of lush greens at broad daylight.
this is home for me, ah, truly mine
oh! sweet pearl of the orient,
where nature fresh and magnificent.
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