Yi Feng Xin

Yi feng xìn Dear Motherland, hope meagre moments yet dance throwing taunted thrills to the fostering figs? Dear Motherland, do the sassy streams with flaps on diminuendo and crescendos' rhythm yet maintain the lusty lyric? Dear Motherland, does frolic Kanji dam basked in mushy currents wins the mercies of fame yet? Say nought, dear Motherland, moments are now cleavages of trance dark dribbles suck their nectar puking punctured alakazam Don't freak out, dear Motherland, technology's tongue poked had made callous confetti of salient streams and their rhythms Be not so ashamed, dear Motherland, I heard the nauseating tale of our dam: he's aged, broken limbs with no staff, and smothered wits balming his laps. '20:04:26:18:40 Note: Of moaning motherland (Nigeria).