I was awake, and earth gains
Into the misery, into the pains
Fire and flood, blurred with blood
Knuckled with nails, tighten with chains
Felt so good, its raining rain.
Trues are online, faiths are underline
Days are dark, there's no Sunshine
Blues and Bays, Monsoon and may
Slave of time, into the pains
Feeling so good, its raining rain.
Looking over the field, saw no grains
Trying to escape, but stucked in drains
I was on the land, Velds and plains
We were in nature, no vehicles and trains
We must be friends, its same raining rain.
we must be friends, good friend, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Sure i would do that