Her beauty was like the sunrise,
Her touch lke a gentle breeze...
Her smile shamed every flower.
Her voice - a melody...
Her going was like the setting sun,
Though her light will never return.
But I know in the heights of heaven,
Her loveliness brightly burns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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