A Clash Of Trade: A Fusion Poetry

Lîn galad erin, ithil an naur,
Calad chîn chenn lín minen naeg.
I thiaur aphadar sír gelair,
Bên leithia a ruiannen.

Anglenna anna na menel, harthad ned guren,
I thindrif, narch aníra athrabeth ned edrain.
Ammenn siren baug an gurth,
Nael lín nor a naur waur.

Ah! Lissënor, i ’laer aera thaur,
Ach i vangol, i aglar od rod.
Lothlór o galdor sídh anír,
Eldar i lim naeth nephad: "Mi amrûn, i ross lêva men."

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English

Light fades away,
Like moon...

Greatness falls,
Shattered as dreams.

Once flames guided thee,
Upon the gret river's trade.

Now flames engulf thee,
And thine trade.

Approach the heavens,
With hope deep within,

Sound of coin rings,
Jingling across the marketplace.

Yet all waters meet together,
So do rivers and streams,
They meet their ends.

Fire consumes the forest,
Once laden with beauty...

Ah! the melody of melodies
Of wealth, fleeting...

But rememberth beauty,
Blossoms in soils of trust.

Wise trees of older yawn,
Peace shall return sooner...

Elves unite to sing
A song, as dawn gathers
The dew upon the leaves.

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Subject: This small poetry deals with the agony of trade wars and it's effect on human psyche, using a unique fusion language it captures the subtle emotions of the subject.

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