I miss the green of my world
I miss the green of my world
I miss the green of muria
The huge trees spread
Everywhere I sight
T miss the green of my front of garden
Where the flower blossom
Roses, jasmines, orchids, and another
I miss the bird
Singing, shouting in the morning
I miss the sun
The morning rising
The warm in my skin
I miss my
Kadilangu, feb/o3/o8
poem by Khoirun Niam
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