Azotus
Samhan
Samhan
It is windy.
Chilling cold it is.
And smells sweet.
Ah!
What a lovely afternoon.
And this afternoon,
My chestnut colt gallops and gallops,
Riding his open air.
Agile,
Slinking neat,
He will be,
After they will be,
The crawling dune.
I adore his balance,
Ambling gaits,
And winsome mane.
My chestnut colt
blasting windbreak.
He can run
me off my legs,
Again and again.
Again!
As I tread
long distances,
When my heart
is pounding fast,
I will say :
"Bless your holy stamina,
Samhan"
I see you,
Crystal clear,
Through golden ring binoculars.
I see you,
Shredding sandy tracks,
Lulled behind them,
Bronzed hillocks
of an ancient (Wadi)
Fresh green,
After (Wasmi) rain
and desert lilies
carpet the plains.
Fragrant meadows,
Soaked to skin
by an early rarely
winter rain.
They will
reveal old valleys
illusive lush silhouettes.
Fleeting revisiting
scenes I wish
they endured.
I wish they lasted,
Few months and more.
Seasons,
When I ache,
They call me shady scuffles,
I am barely ready,
Facing dejected battles.
My horse,
They will nobble my horse.
Father's dusty armor,
They will hide in
secret vaults.
Oh!
It will be
my fault.
My fault,
Opponents,
A sluggish man!
Snoring oft
in deep trance.
Earless,
Sightless,
Careless,
They are
hopeless.
In hasty signals,
Entrenched
lazy uncles can
mar this show.
Believe me,
They can.
I bet they make,
I bet they fake,
Precluded fantastic scenes.
They must win,
I shall loose.
But I see you, now,
I say:
Let them.
Only,
Do not abandon me
Samhan?
Do not fail me
and this race?
Because,
You and I,
Samhan were born
kind creatures.
God's grace,
Samhan,
Will help us win.
It is windy.
Chilling cold it is.
And smells sweet.
Ah!
What a lovely afternoon.
And this afternoon,
My chestnut colt gallops and gallops,
Riding his open air.
Agile,
Slinking neat,
He will be,
After they will be,
The crawling dune.
I adore his balance,
Ambling gaits,
And winsome mane.
My chestnut colt
blasting windbreak.
He can run
me off my legs,
Again and again.
Again!
As I tread
long distances,
When my heart
is pounding fast,
I will say :
"Bless your holy stamina,
Samhan"
I see you,
Crystal clear,
Through golden ring binoculars.
I see you,
Shredding sandy tracks,
Lulled behind them,
Bronzed hillocks
of an ancient (Wadi)
Fresh green,
After (Wasmi) rain
and desert lilies
carpet the plains.
Fragrant meadows,
Soaked to skin
by an early rarely
winter rain.
They will
reveal old valleys
illusive lush silhouettes.
Fleeting revisiting
scenes I wish
they endured.
I wish they lasted,
Few months and more.
Seasons,
When I ache,
They call me shady scuffles,
I am barely ready,
Facing dejected battles.
My horse,
They will nobble my horse.
Father's dusty armor,
They will hide in
secret vaults.
Oh!
It will be
my fault.
My fault,
Opponents,
A sluggish man!
Snoring oft
in deep trance.
Earless,
Sightless,
Careless,
They are
hopeless.
In hasty signals,
Entrenched
lazy uncles can
mar this show.
Believe me,
They can.
I bet they make,
I bet they fake,
Precluded fantastic scenes.
They must win,
I shall loose.
But I see you, now,
I say:
Let them.
Only,
Do not abandon me
Samhan?
Do not fail me
and this race?
Because,
You and I,
Samhan were born
kind creatures.
God's grace,
Samhan,
Will help us win.
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