with a new glimmer
browning the sands.
Where the air is still clean
under the soft light
from the stars.Where the fire becomes love,
the river is talker
and the mountain is jungle.
Today I found a place for the two of us in this new land.
America...
All a huge garden, that is America.
When God made the Eden,
he thought in America.
Each new sundown,
the sky starts to burn
and listen the wind
which brings me a claim of love
with its song,
like a regret.
The parfume of a flower,
the beat of a drum
in the prairies.
War and peace dances
of a people who has not
broken their chains yet.
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Where shines the warm sun
ReplyDeletewith a new glimmer
browning the sands.
Where the air is still clean
under the soft light
from the stars.
Where the fire becomes love,
the river is A talker(1)
and the mountain is jungle.
Today I found a place for the two of us(2) in this new land.
America...
All a huge garden, that is America.
When God made the Eden,
he thought OF America.
Each new sunSET(3),
the sky starts to burn
and listen TO the wind
which brings me a claim of love
with its song,
like a regret.
The pErfume of a flower,
the beat of a drum
in the prairies.
War and peace dances(4)
of a people whO haVE not
broken their chains yet.
(1) I don't know what this means.
(2) "the two of us" -- good job!
(3) To me "sundown" is the time; "sunset" is the event or the view.
(4) "Dances of war and peace" would sound better to me.
(1) sorry I ment "talkative"
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