Traveling out in the dark
I met a rolling tiger
Who never winks but smiles
The cloud is my blanket
Not when the tides are down
I can fill its roar
That sands like the ocean's cry
I lost my sword
Who should be crying?
The tiger or me?
I came drenched in white blood
Of the lafing beast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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