People,
they make such a fuss,
talking and praying about it,
heaven and hell,
and all that lies between,
when so clearly,
it's right here,
front and center,
every day,
and every night,
the best and the worst,
at any given moment,
time,
or place.
*www.Goldenphant.com
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I would like to translate this poem
Poetry knows nature of the things, sometimes life offers the possibility of hiding it.