mysoul is a house
Sometimesmy soul is a house full of warmth, full of rest, full of light.
Thanthe trees make music.
Thanthe red tulip shines.
Andthe colors, the words come to me.
Idon’t need to look for them.
Page5, ‘Book of Life’
Sometimesmy soul is a house full of warmth, full of rest, full of light.
Thanthe trees make music.
Thanthe red tulip shines.
Andthe colors, the words come to me.
Idon’t need to look for them.
Page5, ‘Book of Life’
