Pining for My Country

Sheltered under tall firs,
whispered stories flow
from young spring sources
towards the forest’s roots,
learning the eternal bond
between thirsty sea waters
and golden wheat fields,
stopping to breathe the silence
of distant ancestors’ shadows
weaving the heartbeat songs
and the blue mountain’s stone
on the same road together.

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