Verse Of My Own Poem by dong agosto

I am a simple man
From the land of the valley
To the poor people of my town
I want to share the verse of my own.

My poems are scented flower
Soothing thy heart in every corner
My writings are red flaming trees
Hurl against the fortress.

My ardent love of motherland bloom
Struggle with the poor zoom
So the mighty muck could be toppled
Like Bastille that fall.

I gave flower to a woman
Siblings out of womb
But amorous is a different one
I could only find with someone.

My dreams in life is fading
Like the golden sun sliding
Cool wind comes in summer
Drifting my heart in somber.

Ah, the sun will rise again
Road of tomorrow will brighten
To cross the fuming tide
Peaceful shores will surely arrive.