Tentatively
Darkness describes a chill
Framed in invisible mist
The blur awakening to a whisper
There is a murmur
From a pitch space
As it weans a glint
Off its earth
A hazy, lazy, euphoric gray
Greets a beacon's delivery
Of a dream
The shadowy shapes
Animate the calm
With interchanging light
And shadow and light
As the trees grow
Upon sweeping streets
And the shadows
Shy and discreet
Beckon the beacons
Bequeathing
The vanishing glitter of dew
To a silvering night.
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I would like to translate this poem
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