We once strolled,
Our rhythms were one,
With ignorance I left our path,
And synch with me you never could again.
I tried to catch up to you,
But you're so quick,
Fear in solitude I understand,
But there is no reason in running blind.
Idling alone I contemplate,
With completion of an existence in haste,
Will there be meaning in your reflections of blurrs?
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I would like to translate this poem
nice piece for a start...keep writing...a 10.