She was giggling with some ladies,
Devastated by worries of green and red;
The colours of the ocean had sprung
As the waves beat the floor of the world
That instigated freedom and liberty.
A laughter of gold had sprung
As string got tied to the bowl,
And silver descended on my brother
Without the urge of fences and walls.
My liberty was offering with kindness.
Once I made poetry on the pages of worry,
When the oceans of the world sprung hatred
With love to follow.
I have espied a goal to shake the mountains
There in the wilderness of gold and silver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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