The song, the music you listen
And melt like a candle
I compose for you.
My emotions are my blood and bones
Poetry is my soul
It draws all the music from the heaven of God
To place your feet.
War has destryed me and my poetry
Do you listen the sound of boots
Do you listen screaming of dogs on the street
I have left you forever dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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