Don’t lose my touch that I taught you,
Its wise nature appeals to the eyes and ears,
My children may borrow the staggering hue,
My parents have burdened the view of this head
That is the touch so lonesome and cute.
Don’t lose the sight of the beach or its weight,
Like me even on the sand of expensive nature,
Spoiling the waves with your stare and horizon;
Open the doors and windows so tightly and rightly,
Losing me with the nose and heart like a wearing.
My heart has dived into the river of hope,
It is heavenly to bring a nose of the rights,
To see me flatten the lungs with the wiser
Men and women of the family that dies and dies,
Willing to fill the scene with time and time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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