This is the house
Where i live.
This is where
I sleep, drink, and think of all the things
i need to do today.
This is where
I play, laugh, and dream
all the wonderful things in this world
This is where
I read, draw, write my thoughts and ideas
and put them on paper.
And you can hear nothing at all
And see the tenderness in this home
And feel the warmth and the love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem