Again Lebanon....
I remember
Lebanon with melancholy,
his early childhood,
Lebanon,
then his teens,
Lebanon again
then this handsome reached his maturity,
still Lebanon,
so beautifully enchantingly rich
and enough time to meditate a very lot
kneeling reverently
to the exalted God on spot,
so odd
He is also my God,
reverently thinking of God,
endlessly enjoying the beauty,
such a blistering view of the deep blue sea,
the Mediterranean at your fingertips
Thank you dear God for all this wealth and love
despite the violent explosion yesterday
you are always in our company from above….
© Sylvia France Chan - All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, August 5,2020
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I would like to translate this poem
Lebanon with melancholy with his early childhood you have remembered. Beautifully enriching into richness he has come in memory once again. Because of his success you thank God. You have expressed your thought very nicely and excellently. For wealth and love you thank God. This is an amazing poem....10