My spirit will be there, or your past arises
My seven wonders broke your filthy pride
My look around as my happiness t'éclose
When your smile wrinkles, premature escape your grief
My perfume opium wafts my three tears
My fiery angel disrupts your sweet memories
Your flowers treacherous pleasures, promises of arms
The reef of my eye let you come
Dry your sins, you treasure cursed heart
My pink sand instead, that dull light
My fairy titanic prom soul cry
Your indifference, a gift for my life proud
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poetic verses..hats off to ur variety here...