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· The summit is high and dead dry
· The heat and Sun I fancy; fry! !
· The blazing thoughts as ours
· reflecting multiple colors
· Within; boxing fights....
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· I try to stick to principles high
· And miserable fall; with a sigh....
· Yet this persistent soul
· holds no poll
· It simply gives in........
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· Simply to serve; as was feasible
· With words, when actions can only crinkle
· The smoothness of reality
· adding the unpleasant infidelity
· To simple words easy.......
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· As if the ocean of emotions
· Held the boats in winds swaying actions
· drifting from the shore
· To in words-oars moor
· To lifelong dedicate…………..
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As poetry simple unfold
At his feet’s gentle, bold…..
Without pressing edged
To be acknowledged
Mooring for always…………….
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· As if the dress of pride
· and prestige were rather to chide;
· Than to warmly clad; viewed silent....
· made spectators excellent
Yet backgrounds coloured......
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem