Deep in the green valleys,
Hot arid deserts,
Vast extensive oceans,
Silent but sometimes,
Turbulent and violent,
Beauty unveiled -
Serene, peerless, and sweet,
And me!
In the still shade of,
The willow grow,
It seems so cool,
to heave a breath softly,
Wearing a long woolen phiran.
Mykoul
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