There is a fairer glance of hope
In skies and mountains green
Revealed in the golden joy of
Cymru,the righteous dream.

The oceans blue. Far divas smile.
A poverty walks fear.
A madness encapsulates the …….
The beauty of the near.

Laugh if you must. Smile if you can.
A treasure writes this ink.
If I once lived a hundred years,
I’d have no time to think.


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