My First Journey in Valleys
O! My friends and foes,
Listen mine woes,
But these words are roes.
I born in motherland,
And grew up in fatherland,
But I played and joyed in fertile land.
Between breadth and tomb, I red Rome;
Full of horror and terror,
My land is so better and greater.
Between eyes and heart, I lit an art;
Very gregarious, Journey of Two Valleys-
It’s so nice and greeny,
But full of rainy and funny.
On the top of light valleys,
Widely grew up as thou port belly-
Of soft laughing grass is mellow,
My steady fate hiding thou eyes-below.
I stood down, too down with silence
Is in green, but peace air;
Thy tender timber valleys broke balance,
And thouhumble heart bear the heir.
Thou smile wear green and green
And vary rain roars round and around,
But sweet brown so crowned;
It seemed full of height and lights.
I gratified and rectified –
A deep and depth dark grass grew up;
I silently pat thro’ tired air, heavy air.
Thou hefty breadth wrought me wrath.
The silent wind and the rain make unrest;
Thou tough valleys make strong plea,
I claimed, claim ever the best,
I stood on top like tired lion.
My heavy breadth & sweat float like flea,
My heavy breadth & sweat float like foam,
I under arrest the beauty of Timber Valleys,
(Thundering, lighting, raining inside & outside heart)
I looked at around and surrounding;
Hands in air, eyes closed, heart unlocked,
Words floated- Heaven, Heaven-
Oh God, this is heaven of all Alma,
Bring me not back, bring me not front,
Just stay on, stay back, and stay away.
Wind and rain opens heart and eyes;
My sight glanced beneath the well,
I ran and ran like west wind,
And finally I caught a spot is so swell.
Again noticed dammed daffodils’ around,
I went and watched depth of well,
And can’t measure the length of sell,
Hands and eyes tired and un-bore,
Thou gentle care & dare ever sore;
The best is rest is sleep, let me sleep like roar.
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