Mother land

Although I am not a great poet, I am writing poems now and then. Nobody finds for you equivalent, Nothing matches my hometown. I'm not jealous of somebody's happiness, I keep writing poems silently might. Thinking about the homeland destinies, Sometimes I wake up in the night fright. Your stone does not affect my hips, Blue meadow, coastal lake, green carpet. Every time you breathe fresh air sips, The breath opened like a blue sky target. The universe is like a sea weaves, There will be a change soon crack. When the belly of the white camel bursts, We will go out and take the homeland flag.