To My Motherland
Where purple saffron's colors make antique delight.
Moonshine of lily white and doves stand on soil.
Green fields smile in glorious and spark with light.
Sweet song of blue merge our hearts.
Ah! She is the queen of all lands.
This land of our birth,
OUR MOTHER LAND!!!!
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2011
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