In dark passage
Of my dusty head
Forgotten storage
Lays a rusty gift
A Salty water of sweet memories
Runs down to fill my heart with happiness
A pirate has found a hidden treasure
Oh, the great pleasure with out measure
Let me write a poem again
With metaphors that compares
Nothing to something
Personification which gives
life to a dead cobs
I am a Poet... Again
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I would like to translate this poem