Visions of it come and go,
Listen to it's ebb and flow.
Taste it's hottness on your lips,
Drink it's sweet in little sips.
Hear it's melody in the air,
Feel it's comfort everywhere.
Smell it's freshness all around,
Watch it's movement on the ground.
Fill it's beauty with your eyes,
Smother it's fire with your lies.
Prison it's joy in a cage,
Watch it's youth begin to age.
Hear the bitter in it's voice,
Lie when you say you have no choice.
Stab it's freedom with your knife,
Laugh with cruelty when you end it's life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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