I stand here, at this one spot
at the top of this tall and weary building
Right here...
I let the rain color my eyes from brown to blue
the wind blow my skin from scars to new
Right at this spot..
I can see clouds blurring my dark memory
while white birds guide me to clarity
Right now, I am reborn...
I feel the cold cleansing my fearful heart
refreshing it whit new dreams, I am ready for a new start
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I would like to translate this poem
nice a poem of desire keep it up read my poem about the same theme