I looked in your eyes
And saw death
I heard your words which were
Meaningless and voiceless
Looked at your black clothes
And saw darkness
Saw your face underneith the hood
And saw my face reflected
Through the fog and mist
I realized my heart stoped
And was looking at death
Who took away my life
Saw the flames consume
That body burning it to ashes
The wind picked it up
And blew away...
My soul
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem's sad put powerful and meaningful