Revelations took me by surprise. The look of the party's the eyes. The cry's the intellectual thoughts of reprise. Trying to better my relations, changing sanctions. Of my heart the time I was young. Left with a gun in a lonely place far from here. A man sitting in a chair with the crosshairs locked showing problems and needing thoughts. Burning sensation deep in my skin, no more stays no more wins. Graphic states, vision of hate. Burning buildings and the city's fighting. The war is abruptly starting
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I would like to translate this poem
good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.