Hladaw

In Hladaw Village, where the rivers flow, A crossroads village, with stories to show. Between the Mu River and the Irrawaddy, A place of beauty, where life is merry. At the crossroads, where roads meet, The Shwebo-Sagaing road, a busy street. And the Wetlet-Monywa road, winding and long, In Hladaw Village, where people belong. To reach the village, a railroad you'll find, Just hop on a train, and leave your worries behind. Through the town of Wetlet, the tracks will lead, To Hladaw Village, where dreams take seed. Children play in fields, so green and wide, Running and laughing, with joy as their guide. In Hladaw Village, their imaginations soar, As they explore and learn, forever wanting more. So come to Hladaw, with a heart full of cheer, Discover the magic that's always near. In this crossroads village, where dreams come alive, Hladaw Village, a place where memories thrive. Random page: RJOW