Sunday, January 8, 2017


Here once a river flowed,
down the green mountains so steep.
The forests forever glowed
layered with trees tall and deep.
But now this land is arid,
drier is getting the pond.
Man wanders, and is harried -
in search of celestial wand.
But fate favours, and it heals
those who toil and oil the wheels.

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