Static as Buddha
inert as a rock
I move you not,
But snow melts
and rains fall
on mountain top,
Even as I breathe
vapors of December –
that after taste
of my days, I hold
you in memory
as a photo in wallet.
Oh come run with me
for a day more
in the valley
And linger there
as the ice melts
and snow dissipates.
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I would like to translate this poem
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