as rockets fire
near and far
I wonder – puzzled- in my quarrel
Would life be so neat?
So bright and shiny
So upkeep
Alas my answer has come undone
These things I ask are a touch away
Would you do for me the things you say?
Or rebel in my nightmares?
To be the one – the only one
Would be to much and never undone
I ask of simple pleasure
Those are not full of mad
To be happy instead of sad
For you I know this answer through
The rockets pour down
But the tears stay true
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I would like to translate this poem
That's alright. You'll have a closet full of break-up by the time you are 18. File them away and learn from them. Tell me, is English your second language? If so you are doing fine and you will improve with practice. Adeline