Its good, begining of the end is good.
Dusts want to creating shadows and strangeness in eyes,
rain may come, stones may come.
In the end, there is always rain, always stone, tamperd steel.
Smell of someone at the end?
No, nothing, night atlast.
Eternity flows, death is the end to a beginning of a new life... as the sunrise and will set in the afternoon dusk...lovely written.
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful, meaningful. i got it thanks.md