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my land is smooth and green
my land is fertile
my land has ancient stories
my land is rich
my land has issues, created by outside winds
my land tastes of the blood of the innocent, through bullets and knieves
influenced by the western winds,
bringing in these threats in exchange for the minerals and wealth in my land.
my land will wake up fro this ignorance
my land will close its ears to all negetive wispers from the western wind
my land, i remember, is fertile
my land is waking up out of this terror:it is my prayer
my land, will find its ancient roots again: it is a reality
my land, will soon rule the western winds:its our duty
my land, all the 54 portions will unit and rise again
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.