“We Build Anew”
Drop by drop,
A spring speaks
creek created
brook babbles
river running,
lake made,
an ocean formed.
Drop by drop,
levees dry..
Step by step,
We build anew
"نبني مجدداً"
قطرة قطرة،
عَين تنشد
رافد زبد
غدير الرياح
تنفض الانهار،
بركة انشاء،
محيط تشكل.
قطرة قطرة،
تجف السدود..
خطوة خطوة،
نبني مجدداً.
"دوباره مى سازيم"
قطره قطره،
يک بهار صحبت مى كند
نهر ايجاد شو
بروک ببباس
رودخانه جارى،
دريا ميشاء،
يک اقيانوس شكل گرفت.
قطره قطره،
برگ ها خشک می شوند..
گام گام،
دوباره می سازيم.
“Construiremos de Nuevo”
Gota gota,
Una fuente canta
riachuelo habla
arroyo fuerte
río corriendo,
el lago hecho,
un océano creado.
Gota gota,
las represas se secan..
Paso paso,
construiremos de nuevo.
“Nous Reconstruisons”
Goutte par goutte,
Un printemps chante
Une crique créée
le courant parle
la rivière babille,
la mer jaillit,
un océan est apparu.
Goutte par goutte,
les banques se tarissent..
Pas à pas,
nous reconstruisons.
-CWH-
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Corey W Harland
Retired soldier, writing as a therapy, hobby, and as a dream career as I go. I hope to fill this page with poetry, photographs, and stories that will inspire all who read to embrace their own beauty and let their own lights shine bright!
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