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With the leaves all beautiful colours, all arrays
Hues of amber, yellow, orange and greys
The breeze gently bristling them on the tree
They fall to the ground as if they were free
Smelling fresh after the last remnant of this day
As sure as days come the light must end today
Bringing with it new hopes dreams
No nightmares, hopefully no screams
Pausing to take a breath of air
Looking into the dark, I stare
With all the day behind me
Softly slumbering to the sounds of the waves
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I would like to translate this poem
As sure as days come the light must end today Bringing with it new hopes dreams No nightmares, hopefully no screams Pausing to take a breath of air................................with new hopes of life..........colll breeze may disappear with arrival of sun shine bringing happuiness in life.... good imagination dear.. i loved it...10 red mine cool breeze.....sun.......you go alone...yes yes yes