The sun though scorching; yet like a rising morning sun, you brighten my day,the starthough dim with light up indark cloud; yet like a shooting star you give my night direction, the moon though in all its illuminating power brightens not a car path at night; yet like that radiant full moonlight, you give my life a sense of purpose, in my night time, a hope to live for, love to cheerish and groom until it blossom, producing the best story ever told.
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Joshua Raphael. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.