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The wind is blowing
in the island area at night
If the stalks are breaking in a rage,
the burning of a stone
covered beehive has taken
form of the nature,
Your dress will not get wet in that water,
come at night and go at night.
The two foxes in the forest
are no longer there that night
Now spread the cheeks that have turned red in shame
Spread the shield alone on the fence of island
Your dress will not get wet in that water,
come at night and go at night.
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That's some really amaizing poetry.... u are really brilliant at this.. waiting for more of your work...🤩🤩