Irodaxon Ibragimova - Poem By Guzal
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HOMELAND
Beneath the sky of endless blue,
Where mountains kiss the morning dew,
My homeland whispers through the trees,
A song of love, a timeless breeze.
Where mountains kiss the morning dew,
My homeland whispers through the trees,
A song of love, a timeless breeze.
The rivers weave like silver thread,
Through valleys where our fathers tread,
Each stone and field, a tale untold,
Of heroes brave, of hearts of gold.
Through valleys where our fathers tread,
Each stone and field, a tale untold,
Of heroes brave, of hearts of gold.
The ancient walls, they proudly stand,
A memory carved by time’s own hand,
Of empires lost, of battles won,
Yet still, we rise with every sun.
A memory carved by time’s own hand,
Of empires lost, of battles won,
Yet still, we rise with every sun.
Oh, land that holds my every dream,
Through you, the stars of freedom gleam,
In every heart, in every hand,
Forever beats my homeland’s stand.
Through you, the stars of freedom gleam,
In every heart, in every hand,
Forever beats my homeland’s stand.
