'The beauty of this plains
has become my domain
as I look on this scene
it's silence is so serene
not seeing a moving thing
it all depends on my dream
for this could give me joy
or it could me give me pain
With trees fading around
each leaf sway without sound
it is like my memories
ripening all over again
if our song will fill this air
I would be in silent gloom
love that's gone for many years
has never ceased to bloom.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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