Cloaking my being like a vine,
a sunshine,
away from the beautiful plains,
chose my dark lanes.
The tyndall in my forest.
The heart in my chest.
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Translation-
You wrap my existence like a vine covers a wall.
You're like the sunshine.
But instead of shining on the mountains and rivers,
you chose to shine on my darkness.
You're the tyndall effect in my forest.
You're the heart in my chest.
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