If danger didn't hide so well
in the shadowed, lazy days
If loneliness could lose
its thin-ground edge
If life was truly warm as
sunlight in those autumn trees...
I'd find myself a strong and laughing
partner and we'd dance carelessly
But shakings nest precariously
in these plastered walls of hearts
And somberly, unafraid but solemnly
I dance with scarred hands held in mine
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful expression