One River, it would bestow the nation

Night passed and we wait another
As dark as you can't see your palm
A man came whispering between the trees
He logged but scything bushes as a meteor
Aspherical shape and the ground is wetted
Balanced into two ways then it fogged
A yellow dress put on as that grass faded
It comes, he said on a faint voice
The wagon which carrying the half-corpus
And this end would have two ways opened
Garrulous into his speech but often nodding
He said, the north, would keep you go on
While the south, will keep you going down
These dichotomies had been engraved
On your faces since you were born
And this tree I would keep to be a shade
To whom dismissed and being homeless
Therefore, dearest sons I am your uncle
His face is spherical like the full moon
Looks like Shatt al-Arab when plodded
In One River, it would bestow the nation

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One River, it would bestow the nation