As I pass by this sea on my morning walks
I hear fluttering waves flatter you in their talks.
If I look at the mountains when the sun shines
the best poems praise you in the lines
The most beautiful flowers tell your names.
Red roses remind me of the hottest flames.
Waterfall springs sing that song while the daises sleep,
I keep watching this shepherd looking after his sheep.
If I took my instrument and played a folk song,
Howling tunes tire me, no more I feel strong.
Kayıt Tarihi : 15.1.2020 12:53:00
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