Blessed are the prepositions;
for they shall inherit the word.
Each syllabic chain, every comma,
the word`s slight glance.
They are the followers of movement,
the bricks in a house of paragraphs.
An army of language, sacred with
time and place, and full of steps.
Water down a river.
Light under the clouds.
Rain through the evening.
Sleet across the moor.
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I would like to translate this poem
prepositions and punctuations are blessed as these have the ability to change the meaning...Good work..