Even though my soul
has no hands, no feet
it went over the mountain
that stood between you and me
it dug in the soil
and planted a fine young tree
The roots of the tree, so tiny,
soaked up the whole mountain
that once stood 'tween you and me
Now there is a majestic tree
under which we will love forever
and live in heavenly harmony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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