Poverty is holiness.
The innocent joys
that a poor boy and a girl
experience are golden
moments of love and grace.
The rich children
of the big cities
will never enjoy
such moments in life.
They are beautiful moments
which you can never buy
anywhere else in this world.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem