Carlos Y. del Rosario wrote a poem about a magical place called Brazasia that he feels even before seeing. He describes Brazasia as having a warm embrace like the April breeze, being beyond the horizon waiting for him, and having grey clouds that will clear to reveal its magic. The poem expresses the speaker's love for Brazasia and its laughter, with its fragrant flowers and rhythm like silver lace. He looks forward to dancing on its shores and seeing its shining face in the morning sun, beginning an adventure where emotions rule the weather and moonlight has power.
Carlos Y. del Rosario wrote a poem about a magical place called Brazasia that he feels even before seeing. He describes Brazasia as having a warm embrace like the April breeze, being beyond the horizon waiting for him, and having grey clouds that will clear to reveal its magic. The poem expresses the speaker's love for Brazasia and its laughter, with its fragrant flowers and rhythm like silver lace. He looks forward to dancing on its shores and seeing its shining face in the morning sun, beginning an adventure where emotions rule the weather and moonlight has power.
Carlos Y. del Rosario wrote a poem about a magical place called Brazasia that he feels even before seeing. He describes Brazasia as having a warm embrace like the April breeze, being beyond the horizon waiting for him, and having grey clouds that will clear to reveal its magic. The poem expresses the speaker's love for Brazasia and its laughter, with its fragrant flowers and rhythm like silver lace. He looks forward to dancing on its shores and seeing its shining face in the morning sun, beginning an adventure where emotions rule the weather and moonlight has power.
Carlos Y. del Rosario wrote a poem about a magical place called Brazasia that he feels even before seeing. He describes Brazasia as having a warm embrace like the April breeze, being beyond the horizon waiting for him, and having grey clouds that will clear to reveal its magic. The poem expresses the speaker's love for Brazasia and its laughter, with its fragrant flowers and rhythm like silver lace. He looks forward to dancing on its shores and seeing its shining face in the morning sun, beginning an adventure where emotions rule the weather and moonlight has power.
... Long before I can see you I feel you Brazasia The strong April breeze turns into a warm embrace Just beyond the horizon you're waiting Brazasia For me clouds will clear revealing a magic place Slice of grey, shade of blue fragrant flowers you do You're the way to my heart, the rhythm is silver-lace Light a candle Brazasia and guide me, invite me To dance on your shore smile on your shining face. In love with the echo of your laughter I'll be happy ever after Greeting the morning with the sun, On the adventure we've begun. And there where the day lasts forever And there where the rain lasts an hour Where emotions rule the weather And the moonlight has the power, making laws ... Mix the East with the South with the sound of Brazasia You find…