Tuesday, March 31, 2015



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 times.

I will continue my journey.
I am alone but I am not lonely.
Against the current, through the piercing winds,
I will cross the sea.

(Tha Hla Oo)

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