To surrender, to fall,
For grace flees,
When one touches that in absence.
A chill lurks,
ensnaring the warmth,
Clawing, ravenous, vacant.
Swallowing the glint,
One fails to grasp,
A lifeline from another.
Left in desolate anguish,
Devoid, darkness enveloped.
Hungering, a soul, relinquished
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful start with a nice image here, Alex. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks