Whispers beneath the green hills
Echoes of the Valley's Secrets
Echo in the ancient winds
I wander through familiar fields
My heart brimming with endless homely love
Rice fields dance in the morning dew
Swaying in the singing breeze
My heart moves with the wind
Seeking ancient echoes in every corner
Rustic words hum in the heart
In every note,
I see the shadows of my hometown
Feeling the rhythm of life
My soul roams in the tranquil landscapes
Listening to the murmurs of the stream, the songs of the birds
In every drop of water, every leaf
I search for the secrets of life
Stories of home grow in my heart
Like the green rice fields, the warm sunlight
I condense all into poetry
Letting them drift in every corner of the world
I am a child of my hometown, a lover of this land
With my pen, I depict the soul of this land
Let every poem become
The bond connecting me with my hometown, me with the world
About the Creator
Alex
Hi, I'm Alex from South Korea, passionate about writing & poetry. My work blends traditions & modernity, aiming to connect & contribute globally.
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Great work!