Love awakens the inner self,
and let's bloom what is to bloom.
Innocence can die young,
but, a heart can cure.
Longing, can wage a battle,
between thought and wine.
But I drink to invention and
a river channeled.
Be not a stranger in my house,
for warmth beckons peace.
Innocence can die young, but, a heart can cure............ as the love enlightens the heart by the warmth of gleams, ................exhilarating thought, wellpenned,10++, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
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