The stadium bright as rose
As the game nears a close
All breath stops
As the loser drops
The victors’ hearts soared
As the crowd roared
The victory wasn’t bold
But it was more precious than gold
Every eyes were left in astound
Once the winners were crowned
The victors’ feelings twirled
Because they are champions of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem