The Village – A Poem By Ahmad Ali Karim

18 05 2015

In a small, quiet village,
I walked by myself,
At one shop I bought,
Fresh cream from their shelf.

Apple trees all over the ground,
The birds flying in the sky,
By the stream I sat,
Eating fresh cream with my pie.

The foods, so fresh,
The grasses are so green,
The rivers, sparkling clean,
The best place I’ve ever been.


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