Be my soul a house of pain
Broken heart, pieces of brain
Failures of thoughts, the body is paying
All of much, wasting my sane
Pain and much pain on loosing heart
All my soul to bear in vain
Aint there no reason to cry
When my blood is feeling so dry
Such affliction and how i look wry
Feeling no wind when flying by
Pain and much pain on loosing heart
But I will fight until I die.
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I would like to translate this poem
Feeling no wind when flying by Pain and much pain on loosing heart i like your determination at the end of the poem.. i will fight till death. such a positive determination you are conveying to the readers now. thank you again. tony