She twirled until she was dizzy.
He layed with a fever.
They clinging to each other.
Their hearts beating like drums.
Then their hearts slowing almost to death.
Their skin hot to the touch.
Then their skin almost entirely frozen.
They knowing the feeling of putrid.
For they ailments unknown to ye.
They do share the word abattement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem