A trivial pain
becomes a storm, severes the
words, bleeds the truth.
My legacy travels
with you to discover the ruins
of forgiven mistakes.
Do we belong to
primates, in evolution from
humanoid to god?
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I would like to translate this poem
Your legacy travels with you to discover the ruins. No more pain acquires the path rather joyous mood helps you to proceed. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.