The translucent fever burns my senses
With a remembered perfume.
The salt of tears almost dances
In the ghost light from a candle
And the velvet wind caresses
With its delicious vastness.
As a porcelain angel you appear,
Contrasting my concrete peace
With your fragmented
Feline nature.
The yin and yang
Balances our strange communion.
We dance faster.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words Lydia, I really enjoy your writing