I roar a verse for
Thunder rings
And
Lighting its teeth bares
The sea-water enter,
Enter inwards
For night has cast its
Dark
For night has cast its
Spell
Black Figures roam around
Nervous on this plain ground
Where centuries old abound
And
Bats of black the moon white rocks mount
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem