Trapped in years that pass
Down in raw grass
A god in sore distress
Cries.His tears like glass
Fall, blooms they'll bless
As time runs, he'll surpass,
Ne'er wishing his time to last...
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I would like to translate this poem
Well written emotional lines, wide talks in few words, remarkable work, thanks for sharing,10+