I saw the moth flew in the air,
Above the fountain water so blue;
I felt the air pushing my thin black hair,
As fresh as the morning dew.
High technology creations bringing tension,
Towards nature, my father and their love ones;
The view of our natural green mansion,
Left not only on frame but now all gone.
Nur Iylia Aimi 2011 . All rights reserve
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