I was suited to the composition of the earth,
It had been some time since awkward words
Displayed their status from works so plain.
The earth itself soaked itself with rainwater,
Made up of somewhere or someplace.
The clouds swept across the wide lands
In this prize of nations, the nation was the best.
Soon we were made to praise him wishfully,
Sent to the middle path due to the godly helper.
My Beloved spoke to me when soil was cast aside,
The earth had a spelling so grand that martyrs decided.
I was planted in this world for the courgettes, tomatoes
And plums to flourish like flowers too intricate.
I was ill-at-ease since the growing, they found us
In this certain period we delve into after dusk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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