Nostalgia
Автор: Poetry Music
Загружено: 2026-01-08
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[Nostalgia]
At the eastern edge of the wide fields,
A winding brook tells tales of old,
A dappled ox lowing lazily in gold sunlight,
There lies the place I can never forget.
When ashes cool in the hearth,
Night winds stir the fields as horses run,
And my aged father, weary and thin,
Rests upon a straw pillow,
There lies the place I can never forget.
My heart, grown from the soil,
Longs for the blue of the sky,
Searching for arrows carelessly shot,
Among dewy grasses it flickers,
There lies the place I can never forget.
A young sister dances like the night waves,
A barefoot wife gathering grain in the harsh sun,
Black hair flowing in the legend sea breeze,
There lies the place I can never forget.
Sparse stars above,
Walking unknowable sandcastles,
Crows calling over frost-laden roofs,
Sitting by dim lights, whispering tales,
There lies the place I can never forget.
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