A boiling kettle
A thunder
From a dancing cloud
Wild, hanging, alone
I am
Back from his father’s grave
A Scottish
Watching Cheyenne Warrior
An Indian
And the message from Amir
An Iranian
I am
A boiling kettle
A thunder
From a dancing cloud
Wild, hanging, alone.
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