Babylonia Poem by Alexander Foald
Babylonia
We talk to the wind blow
Where the forest keep her secret within
We walk by the river flow
Where the skies reflect their shadow on
We see the trees and the dweller
Grow up by the time; come and go
We feel the air of the ocean
The deep of the crowd of the carnival
We touch and holding hands
Together, this could be last forever
We, two lovers in the city
Of the golden garden in Babylonia
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