Upon the cloudies of the glittering day
fliting around the goldish stray of the earth
dashing out the slop
windows piercing the curtein rods
and withstanding the innocent mirror
tatooning the tiny fings above
the reflection of it diamond rays
Upon the guile of the hurtless birds
but to the earth waters ice formed
by snow on mountains that moves slowly down the valley
tall garden plant with long thin leaves
and brightly coloured flowers growing up the stem
trees around the narrow watered area
as the sea flow in a land full of milk and honey
Yelled and shout of joy echoes
redish face
excited moments
glitters on the milk
we ligered to sight our beauty nation no more
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