Once upon a time
Life was never the same
But revolutions come and go
The small weeds
Whistle a story to be told
Dislocated birds laugh in insipid
And the joy
Will be a stone to be turned
The reign shall end
The empire collapsed
And peace be reserved
Even a series of emancipation
Painful
Sad and sour
Events will unfold
And the storm will just pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem