Sunday, August 26, 2007

My valley

In the valley where soil is cultivated
Nature is trying to follow the pattern of life
Fields are circling old oaks men is cheating
Mountain is watching in silence can barely see each other
Where town on seven hills kisses our valley
A city of two people can open arms to human race
The valley is ready to provide food and shelter
Even wisdom of old days and future to come

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