In the town where they wear no shoes
there lies a tree with red leaves that forever is in bloom
It is said that should you climb her branches this earth you'll never return
for all those who've climbed, martyrdom to myth they've earned
still every 13 years a youth daring with courage and foolish haste
Adventure's voice will catch the wind and softly call their name
sweet Desire's kiss and Temptation's lips of which the youth must taste
For death awaits those who wake the tree of crimson leaf and omen fame
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I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jay. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.