A bitter wind awakens by the symphony of the prisoners.
a land much sought-after, but never fought over,
dances beneath the moon and hides behind the sun.
Nature succumbs to a foreign melody,
Once it waltzed melancholy؛‎ ‎now it dances alone, seductively.
And there you see,
A dim light in the distance,
That is my mind, swaying gently in the breeze.