Winter is leaving
But before it leaves
It shall rain blows
Upon the head utterly.
I
I that held for so long
Through storms and hail
That lightning harmed in my eyes
And
Thunder after thunder
Knocked savagely at my doors
I shall attempt to hold a little bit
More
Knowing that in my sacrifice if
Successful others shall copy it
And then
My strategy shall a light be to the All.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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