The thing i dread above all, is the light before the darkness.The pain behind the smile, the calm before the storm.The light in the eyes before the tears begin to form.That life has a brief period of gladness, at first, and thereafter, there is always sadness.
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I would like to translate this poem
Me likey... Put this great work to good use, dnt bury the gift God gave you...