You are a mystery without clues,
without trails or hidden views.
I follow from my gut
even when I get stuck in a rut.
I believe you are a messenger,
although you lack stature.
You come when i am hurt,
upon falling on the dirt.
You seem to know all,
Though you stand not so tall.
You are my love tride and true,
for the way you act and do,
is purely beyond me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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