Like a fire that sucks all the air from the room
she enters and drains my hope into a reservoir of love.
A collection of choices made once now will alternate forever
forever altering my mindset, my set of hopes and dreams
and with a wish, a gesture, and three word phrase
a thousand windows are broken by a delinquent ball
and no-one cares at all-
and those three words still hang in the air
thicker than a choking fog,
though the end of this choking-
it is not death. It is new life.
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I would like to translate this poem
yeah, really good********