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Pain…
And..
Now Joy
Are my Bliss
Inside the kingdoms
Of Endless Possibilities
Hiding in the cup of immortality sipping
Here…
Which...
Is now.
Drifting out
And never will be
Again in this continuum
Of inexplicable moments organized by chance
The
Dice
Is cast
Before birth
But not before life
Takes hold, as our actions create
Promiscuous choices in the realm we breathe; free will
Be a ripple
And watch it grow
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow a creative spiral shape poem! And d muse itself innovative n filld with great ideas! Hapy new yr kev.