Those somnolent sad mornings
of your omnipresent absence
so innocent and unconscious
vibrate softly on the strings
of my heart that moans
like a violin agonizing
on the evening horizon
of my soul that mourns
your absent presence
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I would like to translate this poem
this was very well writen i really liked it alot great jobb :)