Liendang Hmar Biography

As fragile as a tender paper can be,
Flying up in the Sky,
Just above the Ground,
To catch a blowing wind.
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As nigh return,
So is this painful dripping beats,
Inside my chest,
Like a siren in a cave.
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Like a candle in the wind,
They blew out.
Leaving behind a marks,
Spots of memories,
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