i sing the song of fallen feather
who is to listen or who to count
if mind mount
i sketch a fallen leaf
who to see or to feel
if a big deal
i am deadly paint
who to admit or to realize
heart with sun size
i am to be fallen
don't show love debit will puff
i don't exist
restless cyclone
revolves you see all
this body
not by me
it copy fall
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I would like to translate this poem
i am to be fallen don't show love debit will puff .......... his body not by me it copy fall........////wonderful expression o the body yeah; the love oh nothing nothing absolute body; yes body is the cloth, solid cloth of soul oh! pain there is till alive the soul for earthly pitch cause of love yeah; love or the attachment brings the pain with no sane................///
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