Prey veng, wide pains, wide and expansive,
A huge lake, stretching far away, so far away,
There's not "long forest"of the name.
Human activity
Meant its destruction long ago.
The saga of the human race and the forest
it still, to the present, evolving.
They cut it down and haul it off, they cut it all,
Till there 's nothing left of the forest, only it's name.
By Yin Luoth
I love the great poets:
First to cry and, usually last to laugh.
in the sight of hill and forests
it's as though they weep instead
for humanity
Forever will mankind, all living creature,
free from suffering.
By Khun Srun
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