tell them my friend
tell them that they uselessly blow..
for they can't extngishe my lighht.
i'll keep on bright.
even if the clouds cover my face,
the winds of time will blow
and they will be dispeled.
i won't be stilled.
tell them they -without me- are blind.
tell them to be kind to me, as i'm kind..
i burn for them..
never they mind? ? !
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May 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem