In our own circles
we are wandering.
We are wandering
keeping our own
identity in reserved.
We are interdependent,
here at this hour.
Under the stars,
Dictators, ourselves-
we declared.
The stars are
Falling down and
it is no wonder, but
we are dear to each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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