Loneliness is like a cabin-ed fever...
A blistering, spreading of a dreading, deceiver.
It does and can over shadow, our health and life...
It can spread to all, a dam-national strife.
It is like a storm of depression, that can dissipate, at a moment's glance...
That is our only hope, a rare but occasional chance.
For on the morn', that we do awaken, a happier, one...
Then, for the rest of our day, we'll have a more, seasonal fun!
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I would like to translate this poem
Some people like cabin fever