Borrow a pencil from the West and start to draw the map.
The road was almost dark for the last thirty years,
Firstly, it's ideal to draw lamp posts and give them proper food and shelter.
Be friends!
And give them hands.
Sing the fading song loudly
We are brothers & sisters until we sleep together in the common graveyard Earth.
The song may be faded, but with a little air, it will burst into bloom again. Your pencils and lamps are sweetly penned. Your country deserves its peace. Your poetry reaches deep into its soul. An inspired write. Love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Let friendship light the path of reason and tolerance at last. Your mind and heart is home in Sri Lanka. Beautiful write. Always your friend, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
hello Aiyya...nice one...I sincerely hope the peace will last for eternity...at last the heaven on earth...tigers and lions can walk in hand to hand..like brothers and sisters.... nice one..... regards shan /from Sri Lanks