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Written by
gerl
gerl
3 years ago
My country land
Is the Land of gold and flowers
Love that in his palm
Offers a beautiful charm.
And at his weak and nice
Aliens are fascinated
My people, you are taken captive
It was pierced by a stroke.
Even birds are willing to fly
you moan and cry
The town is still beautiful
The unwilling to escape!
My country is ridiculed
My tears are sweet and sweet
My goal,
See you completely free.
Nice one! It's too hard for me to make a poem but I will try sometimes. Still practicing in writing.