A dismal figure,
Despairing heart
Leaning on a pole
Of tattered memories.
A picture of quiet
Cool foggy meadow
Isolate the lone night
For recompense.
Morning came
The brother of a stranger
Stopped on his way,
Said hello …
The eyes once closed
Who can move him
Now who can blend
The final picture?
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I would like to translate this poem
A picture of quiet Cool foggy meadow Isolate the lone night For recompense. Beautiful