Standing under the dark sky
I was brooding over your thoughts.
Thoughts that once stirred my heart.
My only treasure that's left
In this vast ominous universe.
I didn't realize your thoughts
Fluctuating from one corner
Of your heart to another one.
I tried several times to grasp
Those thoughts, though I knew
They were just elusive.
Saddened, my heart was hankering
After your beautiful thoughts.
Suddenly I realize darkness had
A beauty that surpassed your thoughts.
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I would like to translate this poem
beauty there is beauty in blue sky beauty there is beauty in white or dark cloudy sky beauty there is beauty in the day and night sky o it's the sky if thy heart absorbs it broadly then it would be beauty!