A flower's growing chutes, are like our fellowed, good buds...
Like as a bubble bath's suds.
Floating about, here and there...
Like the Eaglet's heir.
Sprouting up, toward's the Sun lit ways...
Reaching for light inhued days.
Growing, growing, growth enraged...
Grown, to thee, as unhindered engaged.
Aired, about it's captured beauty...
Nature's own, raptured, duty.
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I would like to translate this poem
hey 1264 poems! wow that's great! and this poem tells me you have a great talent! very beautiful :) 10+++ -Ana-