Cultures
An acrostic poem about how living in a multicultural country like Canada is the most beautiful thing in the world
Celebrate each others unique traits and abilities
Unforgettable experiences and memories to create and share
Loved from and by all human beings
Travel to new places
Useful in everyday life
Rejoice, discover, connect and flourish
Enjoy what Canada has to add to the table
Stay positive and be free as a flying eagle.
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Talia Devora
Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
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Excellent words
Fabulous!💕