Pennsylvania Cornfields

The whispering in the cornfields,

the secrets whom only mean for you and me

and I can see that I love you, Pennsylvania…

The soft rustling of the warm summer wind,
the peaceful sun whom gives the fields a lovely and warm hint.

Your ripened beauty,
your wonderful corns,

I love you Pennsylvania..


At the sunset and her graciousness,
my soul and I: we are kept there in restfulness.



can you bring me to the cornfields?


can you feel my heart’s there forever sealed?


It’s forever sealed with your love…

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