What is wise,
Can you see when someone is wise,
Or do the wise hide,
Are they afraid to come out,
Are they afraid to be hurt,
Yes they are,
I am one of the wise says a new close friend,
She tells me the things I say are wise,
She tells me she looks up to me,
But she is also wise,
No one gives it to her,
But she is,
She knows what is right and wrong,
When she is wrong all she wants to do is fix it,
She is wise in the heart,
And I am wise with words,
This is for her,
This is for the wise,
This is for me,
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I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one friend you put a lot of feeling into it.