When a branch converted in to tree,
It blossoms the days of heart,
When an angel comes from heaven to live on tree,
Then it says the days of heart,
No one knows the right theory so liking it all,
Thus the days of heart obeys and we rule.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Loved reading it. Please edit the word 'angle'.