Black clouds rolling in with fire
Rain fall in shame making holes
The red brick wall stands over the hill
Coming to a blood red summer
With black less waves under the skins
Of the wildness stones
The black clouds with fire turns
Looks like black smoke
Out of the icy grave
Bringing the died back in the mind of peace
Depression was never the thing to come
By the light Swords dropp from the books
Of love and hate
Never even putting up a fight for happiness life’s
Rain fall in shame making holes
For the lost soul to fall
In the no man lands of the death
Covering the heaven and hell of the watering days
Killing with nothing in the states of the worlds minds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and hate are like the rain, getting all wet.