Worn seeking for it,
In the depth of grisly pit
Below the mountain base
Through tunnels of thorns and maze
Severe seasons dawn
Violent and grisly fit
Dreadful loves like when dogs fawn
Come to plague a feeble grit
Alien cold and blow
Condensed tears snow
Roaring threats unseen
Ally in the demolishing mission
Still I rise,
Out of the encirclement of the allied guards.
Yes I arise,
The man with the emeralds
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Bonaventure. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks