fly as a butterfly,
breathe as a kid..
hold only the love and the memories...
not so special i am,
only feel and read the pains of the others..
...to take off the pains from the others, , ...
and to give them the love which they always dreamed about..
that is the poet whom you see inside me...
nothing more...
not so special...
only human, i am
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I would like to translate this poem