The sun’s last visit was the dusk
of the evening, and rest,
Rest until we can no longer rise
We have begun to lose our minds,
The later the hour
The more the shadows will begin to breath,
live, and move
Don’t let them catch you…
Don’t let them catch you…
Then, The raindrops
Arrange us
Into our homes
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I would like to translate this poem