The gentle night spread it's cape
Across the whole of a sleeping
Landscape - tears from a waking
Volcano started weeping
A quiet stirring occurred in that
Gentle night and blinked where
No suspect ventured or walked
In its chill night air
Sad tears flowed all morning then
Exploded skyward - a new story -
Molten tears - a city in panic but
Preserving its history
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I would like to translate this poem
Preserving its history......significant....thank u, dear poet...