Wild winds blow strong
when some bad weather does come
as thunder does fall.
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The soft wind does sniff
when with lightning rain does fall
away pain does flow.
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The white horses do jump
with each wave of the ocean
when a huge storm comes.
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While in my back eye
a thunderbolt burns blue-white
yet nothing is left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem