Shadows and meadows were here
Today
Wet the grass,
Dew is not few
Impossible flood comes on a drip
Flow her land on sand
Thorns or roses,
Rotten roots brought disaster
Twisted road was taken
Her soul was stolen
Lost in transition
Found no translated faith
Hope and reach is too distant
Picturesque was real on the liar’s face
Gain nothing
Finally she loses everything.
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I would like to translate this poem
Good poem with a good flow. Good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Justice part 2.