Falcons Mansion Poem by donald kuutsi

A Place called home
Where dreams are made to come true,
A home where true hommies make you feel good
In hard times nursing the wounds with music to make me feel good
As the music hits me feeling no pain,
As zoey's music relaxes my mind,
Giving the soul to universe,
Wings to the mind and flight to imagination
FALCONS MANSION, a place to escape from any miseries in life
A place where l got secrets of life abolishing strife in my life,
A place called home where everyone is there for me,
A place where, l can only find peace…