Paul英文原创藏头诗 The wind of revoluti

The wind of revolution

Paul

Hearing the north wind roar,

with the waves hit the shore.

Owe the gods for the harvest we've got,

yelled on the battles we have already fought.

Poems they write because we lead them,

win the fight, get the freedom.

Earn what equals to what we paid, safe and sound in the nation we made.

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