a long cold walk
to ponder memories
through curbs, rocks
holes that are ignored
away from city eyes
shadowed by tree lines
quiet, mostly be alone
and today sign of rain
still clings to leaves
dripping slowly to ferns,
to moss on rocks; pretty
I pick good line to follow
safest would be great one
sharp rocks all around
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I would like to translate this poem
To keep an eye on the ways of life. Nice work.