Gazing into the eyes of a somewhat man,
Is like a gateway into their soul,
Focusing deeply on the hidden chambers within,
You find a child,
Alone, cold, nervous,
Waiting to be loved,
Today as I stare longingly into the eyes,
Of a small child,
I fulfil the destiny,
Waiting to arrive.
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I would like to translate this poem
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