dense proliferating cool as in hot can be
not a sun beam for months augmented
the rotten leaves beneath
smouldering, nauseatingly sweet, choking
steam rising from the ground
dizziness vertigo centralising the system
moths hover centipedes crawl
A widow giant black spinning silky lacey noose
relishing newly acquired widowhood, saintly
eternally, calmly, lounging impartible for another
widowhood....
till then lonely.lonesome, alone conjuring............
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I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing piece... you do have a distintive style. The way you express makes the blood vessels rush. Indeed - the emotions float up on the screen as your words on this page....