my home land somalind
where the land became redesh like a rose
where the sky is blue and deep like no where
and love is like my bread for my breakfast
test it take it and you need it more and more
but if you go and leave it far for some where
it is there in deep your mind deep your soul
it is where we came from and sure we will go for
it is my dad's and mother's home so we call home
fresh like air i am breathing
but old wisdom is always there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice...i felt like taking a chopper flight over the savanah.... bush grass scrub river.....game.....and all that's the wisdom you talk about liked it :)