swaying ever so slightly
in his ambient light,
my yellow-pink self
looking up, erect,
reaching across
a thousand light years
to feel his warm, luminescent self,
i eagerly bob about,
forgetting for a moment
my placid green buddies,
my timid little buds,
my ever-reflective peer,
water, oh dear
and uh-oh, like i'm drunk on the sunny seer,
the dirt beneath my feet.
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I would like to translate this poem
Dirt and feet has a real life feeling