Soul shines in pure white
Holds hope eternal
World a net of colors bright
Entices in joys diurnal
Tears trickle down, joys fly
Azure Ocean reflects on sky
Kites fly high in the sky
Echoes of loud laughter
Soon kite gets cut
All that follows is disaster
Roses and thorns together go
In search of shore my boat I row
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I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem a lot. Bien!