I walked on my ownself, among bickering stones I found thee, your eyes told jubilant tales, the shade of your skin colour reminded me of the book, the book I'd love to read as you so seemed, paged through, in and out, down and up, you found a way to unlock all of me and I wept as you closed all the pages you let me once indulge in..and I cried as you did'nt love me as before
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I would like to translate this poem
i really like it, you made me think of pictures not shown...