You hide in the outskirts of town
Somewhere deep in the slums
You run and I wonder from what
Down steep plains of grass you stand,
I await your presence
Made of courtesy and manner you escape success
No one ever pondered of such history hidden in your eyes
To not be known, is what you wanted
Intelligence, we've waited
Sadness you kept
Were you scared of people knowing who you were?
Gone you are now, with no stitch for us to learn of you
With no intelligence to be passed down
You are an unknown intelligent of our time
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I would like to translate this poem
this is a great poem