Where beauty is none existent to dull eyes
Where sky vibrates at the hum of metal birds
Where land is harsh,
Constant and endless till it touches the distant sky
Where summers are extra hot and the winters extra cold
And the wind seldom stops to take a breath
Where apricots are miscarried as blossoms
And zucchinis grow fat and old on the vine
Where mini cannibalistic pigs that whistle jayrun across highways
Where birds of prey are your nearest neighbours
Where the name itself is a lie
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| This is my view, jealous? ;) |
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