the tears that roll down the cheeck,
are a sign of thr unhappiness,
we feel on a daily duty,
sweet or sour,
sugarery and bitter,
moods can change,
as quick as a flash,
up and down,
round and round,
take a step back,
look at the world,
in a different way,
and all the problems,
we can see,
may not be as big,
as we think,
they are
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I would like to translate this poem
nice heart brill write. and please keep it up