Only a pretty grain of sand Is my pretty kingdom because I don't feel I have any pretty Place in our current world, Only a pretty passing cloud Accepts me to ride its pretty Back to take me with it anywhere, Only in a pretty crack of a rock I might find a place for me, Only in a drop of rain falls Somewhere I might be there, Only in a spike of grain in a Pretty field I might live there Because this world in which we Live is no more for me at all.
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I would like to translate this poem
a great philosphical write loved it