We drop in the evening like dew
upon the ground and the living
feel it on their faces. Death
soft, moist everywhere upon us,
soon to cover the living
as they drop. This explains
the ocean and the sun.
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I would like to translate this poem
We drop in the evening like dew upon the ground and the living feel it on their faces. Very nice poem. tony