Where one may lay there head
reaching out for each new day
as we climb forth from
our soft made bed.
Breathing in the fragrant smells
of life in light such for the soul
doth quell.
Flower's draped about your neck
blossom beauty wont forget
taste of longing burned inside
face I see so deep into
hide it wouldn't
why do you?
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I would like to translate this poem
fortress of peace on hire tenanted and on lease before the final release when the lord your breath cease