To capture the picture of life,
Its there, to see, to hold,
To be, Not to strive.
Search, no more, and let it unfold.
Beauty awaits, not from afar, but so near,
It beckons us from fear,
So free, as the mist fades
And lets in a new day.
Held fast in this picture of time,
Revealing, penetrating a sharpness,
Outpouring of light
Where we belong, with all its wonders!
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I would like to translate this poem
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