Thoughts shall border, attending the cusp
Waiting with silence, with pauses abrupt
Escaping in whisper, a flick of the tongue
Acapella vibrato, a song left unsung
Held in with pleasure, forsaken pain
Waxing diminished, 'til death it shall wane
Scathed ground is hidden, blackened by fog
Moonlight finds naught, but the canopy above...
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I would like to translate this poem
Blow the spell, moon let clear the night sky let universe reflects in everyone's eyes Forsaken and beauty _Soul