It's raining out of thunder,
Heartless winds may blunder,
Finding up my way,
To the Dream..
I'm shout out whenever,
Still worry do
Anyone hears me out,
When I scream..
Present Past or Future I,
Would believe in it or should I Die,
All such things do stumble
Within Me...
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I would like to translate this poem
finding up way, good one, thanks. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.