A fretful humble day murmurs, thoughtfully
Midnight dives, harvest sun cavorts
With a delicate stirring through the weeds
Squirming in rusted quality
O' cold fall moves fiercely
In shades of blood red in the fog
The afore-winter moon pillars tauntingly
Whilst daylight beams the dance floor with accolades
© daniel miltz
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I would like to translate this poem
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