The Proposal


As quickly as a sound is heard
it also fades away.
As swiftly as comes a bird
it also flies away.

I fear too, this joy I feel
will quickly go away
and now at your feet I kneel
so you won't go away.

Please say to me, my dearest love
that you won't go away.
Be my little dove (???)
that you'll never go away.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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