i saw golf-ball in water
deep as my cup of wine
sign of impact still visible
thread of cloud; a crater
that was a cruel slice
thirty yards from fairway
i keep on walking watching
stray shots from sky, wary
geese with their curious eyes
honks and march far; in flock
sailboats are at bay waiting
for weekend or maybe porting
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I would like to translate this poem
'deep as my cup of wine'. Golf may be fun, but the real life is funnier When we start hallucinating, it is the time that we have to look for our loved ones! ! ! ! ! Stressed out expression, still nice..Take care..