It's a beautiful thing,
I stare at it,
I believe in my heart that
It's known to me,
But I can't remember
Where I have seen it,
After a prolonged thought,
I recall that
This lovely thing once lived in my great soul,
But one day it left me
When I became ill and weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Weak soul! ! Trying to overcome! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.