Our September
I remember our youth times where trees bear so many fruits
And the birds of heaven would sing for us; today teas fill
My eyes as all I see and hear are the sounds of the machines
Around me; I have longed for the sounds of waters meandering
In our beautiful mountains; mountains that were so holy.
I always wanted to spend this time with you;
Your sweet voice was so wonderful to my ear drums.
I never thought that I will have to leave; being with you made
I to even see what was happening around; I even lost contact with the spirit
Why did you let them change you?
I thought you remember that you were the seed to those plain lands of our fore fathers
But today is as I can feel the spirit around me
I can see the land we created in our thoughts; and the machine
Sounds are fading away now;
All I hear is the harmonic sounds of the birds and waters falling down
From great waterfalls where wishes come true and love is amended
Sweet September my one I once share the heart
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