Alone among this futile world
Mourn belong to the baffle side
Here alone in the senselessness
Cramp the useless thirst of life
Solitude that march always
Pain that mourn with out echo
Separated as ever in stampede
Thunder that cling inside
Bolted flame that rotten
Here the corners are empty
Mood that swing as a hermit
But the path rule a grant
Loneliness is just a parch
Blot of life is well written
Stature that granted unique
Soul that convey in genes
Loner a vision sometimes
But will blur deep in senses
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Loneliness is just a parch Blot of life is well written Nice thought.
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I would like to translate this poem
Being unique a soul is never alone.......outstanding thought