Blackness every where,
And she swim through it,
Trying to find a way,
So she can go back to the happy she.
As she try to swim up and up,
Strength leaves her and her luck,
She drown in an endless sea of blue and black,
And negatives starts creeping up.
She lost it there, mind stopped being optimistic,
drowned in agony, heart started beating pessimistic,
She is no longer gonna win,
So she lays with her eyes shedding pain.
But then the sunrays hit the blank,
she wanted to reach that light bank,
It was still dark,
Her body shrank but her empathy sparked.
She was the purple catmint,
whose scent was calm and always determined,
But at that moment she wanted to be the lotus,
Who will always be beautiful after passing all the obstacles.
Then she tried until her last breath,
Through all the dirt in the black,
She was the shiniest white in bridal wreath,
reaching out for the rays to bloom in the crack.
She will be free again,
Like the butterflies she saw then,
Flying in the highest of her fame,
She will wear the baby's breath with pride again.
©Poet unknown
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I would like to translate this poem