I Have Got My Head In The Clouds Like I Am On 9 Ounces Of Happiness.
My Eyes Have Been Opened Wide To An Understanding Of Real Smiles And Legitimate Butterflies Fluttering By Developing Stems Of Trust.
Past Subject Content Always Haunts The Bruised Mind,
Occasionally Maybe Even Swaying Decisions And Views To Avoid A Repeat Of The Last Time.
But Not This Time. It Isn't Like Last Time.
This Time It Is Perfect.
So Perfect That It Will Never Be Time For Next Time, Time Is A Healer.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.