My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


A tower stands on a hill,
an appearance so resplendent,
a collection of stories,
of thousands of generations,
painstakingly enshrined within it,
the clouds shelter it from the storm,
the harp-like laurel tree praises it,
sings for it,
the morning breeze and the dews at night,
are its guards of honor,
faithfully recording,
what’s occured in the past and present,
an indomitable spirit,
a mind so firm that,
no external forces can change,
long as the bright light keeps shining,
in the heart,
it’ll never be,


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