Honny Zubedi - COMPLAINT.

Everything is very fresh and green;
But by your eyes they can't be seen.
Oh! why aren't you here with me darling;
The grass, trees and flowers too are complaining.
The cool spring at the mountain's base;
Into the brook, its water flows with such grace.
Darling if only you'd listen to my heart;
Living the life, won't be so hard.


Dated: 02/19/1979.

Honny Zubedi

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