Asia, vast land of ancient lore,
Where rivers weave and mountains soar.
From Himalayas kissed by snow,
To fields where rice and lotus grow.
In bustling cities, bright lights gleam,
And silent temples hold a dream.
Songs of ancestors linger near,
Their voices wise, their whispers clear.
A fusion of languages, tastes, and hues,
With stories old, yet always new.
From deserts to the ocean's shore,
Asia calls—a land to explore.
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well done
India, china in Asia is one of the best
I miss asia😪
I love this title. It reminds me of the tapestry I have in my room of a forest, it's so calming to look at. I love that there's a lot you drew the eye to in this one, it helps to give me a clear picture of the culture. This poem is so rich with wonder, I enjoy feeling like am there. This was outstanding, I absolutely enjoyed it.