Life flows in curious twists and turns,
On paths both unknown and unseen;
In moments as still as breath,
It neither falters nor withdraws;
Its course unbroken, boundless in time.
Look back, and no origin meets our gaze;
It wanders through mountains, fierce and grand,
Through shadowed woods and fields of light,
Across barren lands, silent and stark—
Winding through realms both lived and lost.
It brings us the best and the worst,
Molding and reshaping us anew.
Its quiet passage, a dance with the divine,
Guiding our hearts with whispers of grace.
Our essence, never veering, stays ever true—
A truth beyond reach, beyond our sight.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem