As i Stared into a dark form in the glass,
A voice inside asked me to go away somewhere far,
Away from who was looking back into my scars,
The eyes that looked were slowly eating,
The life left in my heart now emptying,
I remembered the years of my past,
And tears like rain kept falling fast,
My heart, its race, slowed down with time,
Only the pain of my form stopped me from dying...
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I would like to translate this poem
I ask can one be dead twice when the soul is dead the body will follow the fashion soon. I love this poem of yours Zainab.