Tuesday, August 21, 2007


Falling down heavily,
And it pours all the fields,
The river is
Flowing on forever.

Hot is the weather
And it is so painful,
The desert is
Dry always.

Chill is the wind
And it is so snowy,
The world is
Cold all the time.

I will continue my journey.
I am alone,
But I am not lonely.
Against the current,
Through the piercing wind,
I will cross the sea.

(Tha Hla Oo)

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