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The sorrow of rain
leaking on our root of ruin
I drink my drop of tear
with a lot of fear
When a drop of rain touch
I sing a song of Martyrs with pitch
The sky Loudly weeping now!
00
I searching a word
That is a word of lord
I searching a magic tool
That give liberal without rule
My feet in the the land of threat
Even I walking on the fearless street
with a rain from the heaven
00
Is it rain?
or tears of pain?
Can somebody find?
I breath wound of wind
although I felt the rain
as a lost of gain
Now Sky Roar towards me...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as a lost of gain, good one..