I never feel
More connected
With my world
As when I
Get sunburned,
Twist my footing outside,
Or pierced by an expectant
Mosquito.
Then I'm bitten
By the ashen irony
Of our soliloquy.
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I would like to translate this poem
a simple and lovely rendition u proved that a good poem need not be long like a prose