Bright flowers
Some our hands must pick
these flowers so rare and bright
That grow on the chasms brink
Our stumbling feet must
find a way-not tomorrow
but today
No matter what you think
No matter what you say
while living day to day
For some tis true will never stray
But for some you know
it's oh so goooood to stray
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I would like to translate this poem
No matter what you think No matter what you say while living day to day.. a poet who thinks and writes differently. thank u dear poet. tony