Treasure of truth
By now I, have no doubt
your target is my guts
and you, an archangel.
Have known your being deaf
but still request:
"Take a look in mirror
watch what is reflected
that speaks the truth…"
Please keep the glass wiped; clean
let it be clear, not covered
(as you do with the facts,)
see gestures and observe…
in the depth, not the surface,
treasure of truths.
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I would like to translate this poem
The truth is forever! Nothing can change it. Nice work.
True and thanks