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  Translations » Poetry, from English
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so fiery at its glow...
the moon blooms
the promise of
a bright tomorrow.
darkness turned into a mirror
of shadows marching in batallions
whistling like nightbirds
singing the songs
that narrate their advances
in bringing people's protracted war
on to the nearness
of its victorious time...! ...

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