i stand like nothing against an embrace
not even a single particle of dust
i stand like nothing plenitude heart
and i yearn to take those hands
and i yearn to look at those eyes
and i yearn to seal those lips
in a beautiful nothing of words
silent blissful wonderfully clear
of everything
here i am
Very good, not a wasted word. Leaves one gasping. Read mine - I Saw O'er Mist - Adeline
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Thank you for it.