There I saw lovely mountains,
And felt the strong breeze like fountains.
Here, I can just see houses,
And then feel a pinch of sadness.
I remember the green trees,
And the thought of them makes me dance in glee.
Here, I hold my nose,
Before I dare to take any step.
I’ll never be able to forget that place,
When a flower like me has to change its vase.....
And felt the strong breeze like fountains.
Here, I can just see houses,
And then feel a pinch of sadness.
I remember the green trees,
And the thought of them makes me dance in glee.
Here, I hold my nose,
Before I dare to take any step.
I’ll never be able to forget that place,
When a flower like me has to change its vase.....
nice poem and nice pik too
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