For most
Silence is a gift
A flash of tranquility
For me
It’s my sentence
The time in which
my guilt eats at my insides
my faults slaughter my hopes
my defects expunge my dreams
think twice
before you bestow the chance
of profound reflection
You may be taking
What you thought you were giving
From my bare meek hands
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I would like to translate this poem