Restive hearts, stubbornly standing still,
Refusing to move backwards or bend downwards,
All night, all day singing fiery songs of revolution -
Passionately blowing in and blowing out -the flamming breath,
Among the weeping and wailing trees!
Burning to ashes like forests on wildfire,
Thorny poisonous weeds overriding ivy and green trees,
Young hearts dousing the flames with their blood,
And rooting out the thorny bushes,
To live a purely peaceful and free life,
In their ancient garden -
Once crown of all green gardens in the world.
Mykoul
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