On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot -
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought -
How red the Fire rocks below -
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.
every fair is hidden in the ugly or grimace something; need true finding out
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - // beautiful
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I would like to translate this poem
Did I disclose Would populate with awe my solitude. /// awesome