That magnificent city
Built beautifully
Its walls painted in great colours
Furnished with happy diamonds
Its streets with the unceasing glitters.
My hometown
The city of the two great hills
The city where I feel the cool breeze of nativity
Beholding the swaying tulips and smiling sun
The love of nature, giving me the mild spirit of liberty.
Yeah! I love you dearest hometown
For all I wished, is to be with you right now
I remember there is no place like home
Even though, I daily dwell in Rome
She writes well. Just discovered another African talent.
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