Her hair is the brush that uncovers life on a canvas,
Effortless elegance
Her lips are those that speak the words that soothe a fleet of angels On unsettled wings
Soothsayer, appease my heart
On soft finger tips,
Lingering hope revels in unsoiled excellence,
Smile once more,
I am the melting candle wax
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I would like to translate this poem
smil once more, I like that, thanks,