if you asked me am i happy now with who i am
i wouldnt say a word
in a cold pile of dead leaves
leo leo plays
the wind is a current and it powers the trees
luckily all it can to do me is bend me at the knees
the sun is the light, the bulb in the sky
the leaves turn it on and off as it reaches my eyes
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I would like to translate this poem
Nature and life put in a poem. Great work! 10 +++