Fall, winter, spring, summer,
Sadness, sorrow, joy, anger,
Hatred, greed, desire, lust,
None of those may last.
All dreads flooded with costs,
Tons can be blamed for a cause,
If one ought to be changed,
It'll be no others but self.
The bank of words is endless,
Same as the mighty of words,
Holy as it's evil,
Sanity holds the key to prevail.
A moment of thought,
Destine your life or not,
A slip of thought,
Affect all lives beyond odd.
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I would like to translate this poem
The title really captures the essence of the poem well.