I am the tendrils
of a tuber
sprouting from your earth.
I, the forming zygote!
They say I have eaten
of the rotten apples
fetched from the devil's
bowels: Yet, only I
have seen your face! !
Just let me be-
a bard-
sucking at will,
from knowledge's long lost love! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, run. Run long to expose your ability. Good wishes. Nice write. 10