In my immortal flight
so far from here,
the remains of my life
dissappears;
a bright new flower
blossoms on a hill.
The sweetest nectar
lingers there still;
when I re-awaken...
to brand new wings
and the discovery
of fresh new fields.
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I would like to translate this poem
very good poem i like a lot