A lonesome dove I am,
I find a joy in peace,
This is Beauty's gift to me.
In the silence space where one is not seen, I rest.
I am the grace you do not see,
The feel of beauty is the me that I am.
When all seems lost,
I am.
When one so dear calls,
I am.
Through the wind and rain,
I am.
Like a balm upon a wound,
I am.
There is a place where I am not,
The place where you are here for me,
My friend.
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I would like to translate this poem
You're right. Friendship is to be there for someone in times of need.