This is your country,
Running like tea
Across a map made of clear sky.
You are a bird here.
Your kingdom rests under
Gentle wings, soft feathers.
With blooms of deep hue,
Wine colored faces
Wait to greet your bright presence.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
This is your country,
Running like tea
Across a map made of clear sky.
You are a bird here.
Your kingdom rests under
Gentle wings, soft feathers.
With blooms of deep hue,
Wine colored faces
Wait to greet your bright presence.
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