MY love In our room in the village of Pea the butter white - TopicsExpress

MY love In our room in the village of Pea the butter white drapes create a softly lit room from what is left of the evening rays. The old church bells ring in the cold air, calling out the saints,the people come..night or day, rain or sun,NOTHING can hold back Mylove they put My traditional attire on,wrapping history around My waist,lifting My voices singing usu songs,I cant help but to stand a little stronger a little taller ,when I here this type of singing it is in my opinion a reflection of the heart of a Tongan,wait sounds better in Tongan, koe hiva usu I he fk kaukau a aku oku fktatau ia ki he loto oe Tonga but I wont get in to that,thats a novel in its self.Other then that this day has been hela boring got me writing all artsy and stuff...get better me.