A fathers sorrow, a mother’s child
A heart so twisted, mind gone wild
An angels smile, shines so rare
But when it shows, it is forever fair
A radiant beauty, that is constantly there
True beauty shows, in those who suffer
For living life, unlike any other
A sadness consumes those, who experience your pain
Teardrops fall, across an angels face, like burning rain
And all in time, if time permits,
A stronger person, will exist.
by dylan attard
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I would like to translate this poem
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