I’m a liar at least once a day,
a liar who confesses in some small way.
Richest pickings to fall upon,
sailing could never be smooth in truth.
Blood as thick as ice and mind as hard as tundra ice,
sometimes melted to become a tear.
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I would like to translate this poem
Unique. Tundra ice to become a tear. Good job' H