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Sep 2018
Maybe it’s just a little room, small and narrow
But inside the four rough walls, a heart grows
Each corner filled with images and colors
From a little girl who just love to draw

As the sunlight peaks from a little window,
Warm breeze from outside softly blows
She hums a tune and dance around
From the music of peace, she had dearly found

Close those tired little eyes
Calm the storms inside
Mute all the loud noises
Rest your exhausted little head
Cress Rosario
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Cress Rosario  Philippines
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