Salaam, Salaam, my native land! Shines under the skies blue; The morning-breezes soft, the brooks roar, And voices of the singing birds echo,
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Your poem started so beautifully, a description of your homeland. But, it ended so sadly that it made me want to cry. My your motherland return to the times when everything was lovely and peaceful. My hope for you!
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Your poem started so beautifully, a description of your homeland. But, it ended so sadly that it made me want to cry. My your motherland return to the times when everything was lovely and peaceful. My hope for you!