martes, 25 de agosto de 2009

A Common Goal

A place where peace and prosperity are common

Where betrayal is not even a thought

And the air strives with a sweet smell of cinnamon


Food overflows and is freshly caught

It can be compared to a priceless work of art

The price is free and nothing is bought


People walk around with a healthy heart

Based on solid morals

Everything flows together and not apart

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario