crawling forward
from dreams of hope
with eyes half open
we see
what desperation can do
on an empty stomach
and a pocket full of ghosts
we flutter around the candle light
and throw grasping hands
to the air
our misty wings
reflect the dim flames
that lick and burn
such worn souls
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done... Your metaphors are extremely well crafted. I enjoyed it. Take care audrey