awaken by howling dog
moonless night in bog
could be clouds moves
could be passing soul
or dreaming i supposed
i tap window glass; few
it stop, she heard me
i want to go back to bed
it's getting hot and humid
it could be snowing tonight
i turn on my ceiling fan
i feel her arms, swiftly
caressing my whole body
i feel better now, relief
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I would like to translate this poem
Love heals the heart. Nice work and, thanks for sharing.