So precious the few that know her heart
Anew with a charge of the hot blood within
Her surge of life flows down, like an endless river
Full of hope, unchanging, her faith still strong
As father time slips from then, into now
His gentle finger caressing her face so softly
This moment first, then next, then more
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I would like to translate this poem
Faith in God, trust in destiny, hope in life sustain the individual! Good poem.