• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 02
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The Reggae

I’m trying a new raindrop in my lips
Now the reggae sounds better in my ears
I hire a composition of hate and love
Which one will win my heart in the end
Inception of a new collision above the mind sky
The radiant is relieved by the radiation
A refraction in the thought patterns
Reverberating in mind snare
My pain and felicity are rinsed in the same river
In the river of equilibrium where the
New sky is pouring her tears
I’m here with own hands to welcome them
To cleanse my poor fragrance
Uplifting my sorrow and complacence
To introduce the battle, I hear a new sound
The reggae that I heard a long time ago
A long before my birth, a long before my death.