Hey, the flower in the pot,
your root is in the pot,
your life is in the pot,
either it is cold or hot,
no matter in the palace or in a hut,
get rid of the pot,
expand ur root,
explore the life,
see the jungle,
see your friends and other flowers,
they are out there,
here you live with strangers,
they put you near the fan,
so that you do not feel that you are away from your homeland,
you belong to the mountain,
no need the artificial cold,
fake wind,
break this mold,
you belong to the mountain,
there you will expand your root,
oh the flower in the pot...
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I would like to translate this poem
your poem is a massage to all people)))) I like it. it has a deep meaning))))