Seen from the edge of the earth
Tucked into a small village of human inhabitants
Approached by handsome young men silk
Dissolve in the heart covering the wound
Wide rice paddies stretch there
Old stands of paddy stood crouching down
The sound of bamboo tree scraping creaked
And the rhythm of tinkling water in the river wants to empty
The village is where farmers live
The village gives life for freshness
Village where fruitful interaction kedamain
From small to close your eyes
Will not be timeless
Oh Village I love
Your voting will force your voice to give me strength.
thanks.
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