In any mind rises a steep hill
filled with the burden of life
and any kind of thoughts.
But it has a sufficient ground about it
for a small garden where flourish stars,
butterflies, and full moons.
And as long as you walk through
this modest paradise
with a light and free step
and you stare at the bright night
you cast into fire any burden
and thought and you... smile
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice romantic thought Εxcellent I vote 10++++++++++++++++