Breath(A Double Cinquain)
A breath
Hauntingly slows
As the drum rhythm beats
To a crescendo, then nothing
I glimpse
Your face
An expression
Frozen by times hand
As the eternal sleep beckons
I stare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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