Darkness stroke the first day,
We translated it, child's play,
He had to resit a full new
Day
We described it mare fairytale.
Young Kane begins his vain
It rained to shame,
This another day washing away
All in the same frame.
Third day, I had to pray
I understand daylight
Most pass through bilnd night.
Sunlight accommodate huge fans,
The only quality time to farm.
Moonlight is for the wise
Not with closed eyes.
Favor could be destroyed
Cause shine just left the
Compound.
My heart begins to mourn
My cloths has been stolen
Off the rope.
I see middle of the sky
Deep in black night,
How would I do it right?
The night comes without
Sight and moves in a straight
File.
Vanity is sand,
I have to prove that before
I run out of time,
I just clean my ways by daylight
And check my faith at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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