The sky are darkens and in total mud,
Lightning brightens between this flood.
Thunder rolls across the marsh,
Stars fall down until they crash.
I sit alone by the window open,
Losing myself totally after spoken.
That is when the spirits appear to haunting me,
They are came to play a little game and that's will be.
They will never leave and I cannot rest,
What can I do? if they are put me to the test?
When the spirits had enough and they will be gone,
I will sit down again by the open window all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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