Leave Behind Drab-Disapproving Crowds
Run In Rainbow-Mist, A Bright-Prism-Cloud
Where Iridescence Gleams Unbound
Sparkles, Head To Toe … Sky To Ground
Pssst (Listen) … One Place, Where One Is Found:
… In Sunshine and Sprinklers Going ‘Round! …
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I would like to translate this poem
I am in awe...a magical poem, creations best! Beautiful! ; D