I have found my place
Near the bottom of a hill.
The top was lonely,
Windy, and shrill.
At the top I stood alone,
As I often do.
But down here I have a home
And room enough for two.
But I desire to see mountains again.
I shall need the view.
Take the good with the bad,
As I often do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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