Heig, ho
In the heights of the holy ether
On the peaks of the steepled valour
Flaming saffron spreading favour
Peaceful on the whitened flavour
Rolling chakra hinting hard labour
Fertile on the greens a purveyor
Our emblem of glory flying up higher
Salute, salute for ever
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simple, smart and humble! keep writing! Dear, friend. There is my latest poem on page 3. Would you like please to read and comment on it? That's reflecting my greatest admiration and adoration to Franz Liszt's Music! I also write Portuguese words. I hope you will love it. Thank you very much.