when i was young
famous for every one,
with a lots of pleasure
all work is done, ,
children climb on me
bird sung in happy tone,
what a luck i had get
when i was in that happy zone, ,
now...
the environment is changing
favored by the pollution
it killed me and my partners
turns us in a stacheu of that lone, ,
the stair of my base
now waiting for someone,
i become a dried lonely tree
try for forgetting past sum....
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I would like to translate this poem
waiting for some one, I like it, thanks.