Ode To My Pearl of the Orient Seas
Traveling miles to the desert coast-
free golden Arabia.
I felt the snowy humid air,
her dusty wind.
Encircled with her thousand luxury cars,
I begun to miss thee;
motherland.
O thy palms so sturdy and luster green
That smiled at me,
sited in a warm cushioned floor.
Let thy beauties drive me home,
To the breeze of summer wind
and her marvelous rains.
To thy tallest structures of concrete sandstone
That keep the dust
out my breathe.
Let me sleep unconsciously and free,
as if I'm inside
the safety of the hut of my dearest ancestors.
To thy mountainous desert sand,
Let me travel thy terrain
without exhaustion.
For my motherland whom given me sweetest memories;
Caressing the lonely
heart full of my tears.
Let the sadness of thy maiden,
inside that mourning black gown;
Never make my ladies and women fade.
Let thy closed heart open the promises
To the smiling eastern world;
to our fair cultured love.
O hold me,
they called purest creation-
Made the most important
and beloved by god.
Through my heart that speaks for thee;
We live the love inside our hearts,
For bountiful happiness
and joy.
For I know,
even if I'm within the longest line-
this widest roads,
The end will not come unconsciously in time.
Hope to hold her hand
and find her comfort and smile,
Beloved motherland;
Splendor of my views and unending devotions.
Be free as the stars in the sky.
Copyright © Jett Franco | Year Posted 2012
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