Your smile,
It makes me shine brighter,
Than that Northern star,
This drug they call happiness,
Happens when this sound they call music,
Collide,
It collides & sparkles from,
my eyes a green midst,
Above it all,
Yeah its that sound they call music
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I would like to translate this poem
you have a lot of potential. i love this poem and it has a great meaning. keep on writting