Cotton strewn across the sky
A ball of sunshine
glimmers uniquely
Drummers begin your march
Soldiers prepare your arms
At last we are at war
No way to reconciliate
Turbulent, murderous cries
until one has won
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I would like to translate this poem
a ball of sunshine, good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.