Wax is the soul of the candle,
and the wicker is his heart.
Candle is like human life.
At the end of the candle stand,
only traces of unusual shape,
but we, still, know that it is wax.
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Vosak
Vosak je duša svijeće,
a fitilj je njegovo srce.
Svijeća je kao ljudski život.
Na postolju za svijeće na kraju
ostaju samo tragovi neobičnog oblika,
ali mi, i dalje, znamo da to vosak.
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem.......10+++++