Maraland
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Tha Uk Fachhai, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2016
My mother, Maraland
Your mountains encourage
like no other shields.
Your flowers, odour with beautiful smells
Inspire us to live another day.
The sound of birds chirping
Praising your beauty every day.
Helps us get through our hectic life
Fills our spirits with joy.
As the dark night comes,
a sky painted with dust looks upon us.
As i wonders around your beauties,
misty taste of moonshine
tear drops in my eyes.