C-ome to the peaceful area,
E-nter into its serenity;
C-haos cannot intrude
I-nto the true tranquility.
L-et not noise pollution disturb the quietude;
E-ven whisper cannot alter the zone's calm attitude.
S-eventeenth October morn,
E-ternal peace is promised;
V-iew in abode is reserved,
A-s well as the glorious bliss.
R-each the journey's end,
R-acing against the time;
I-n paradise no more tears,
A-s well as dirt and grime.
S-ay a little silent prayer,
U-ntil you feel the euphoria;
N-ever stay in the devil's domain,
G-o to the peaceful
A-rea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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