Foreign Land
On orange sands of a distant country,
at the time of a future century,
do I listen to the crashing waves of this world's ocean.
Beyond the red clouds live three neighbors:
Durgan, Forlor, and Saranayor,
manipulating tempers of the massive ocean's motion.
Further out, a steel made jungle,
happens to be this world's single,
center where this country's people meet the people of Earth.
Once a place I could call home,
a peaceful place in which to roam,
but now another country with a different policy.
Now I'm here on this new planet,
alien to the grass and granite,
yet I feel that this is where I'll find my destiny.
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Once a place I could call home, a peaceful place in which to roam, but now another country with a different policy...... to live in alien land is diificult to adjust but still we got to make it home.....10 read mine 'a placed callled......, o mother...mom i miss you...