MY LAND
The chilly wind is blowing;
The blossoms have fallen down;
Birds are screaming;
The green valley has turned pale;
The days have grown dark;
The stars have stopped twinkling;
The moon declines to smile
This is the story of my land
My Land
Mohammad Younus
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/08/2019
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Poem topics: dark, green, moon, smile, wind, story, valley, fallen, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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