Dusk seems to gather early
Winter pausing at the gate,
A frost has long set within
My pained and dishevelled state.
I stand where the pathways end
That is where you left me await,
Knowing you'll never be back
Yet I stand and hibernate;
Need live with this emptiness
‘Tis the truth which I negate,
This heart is a strange creature
It‘s forever tempting fate.
Winter is pausing with gate gathering early dusk. Very wonderful presentation of loneliness really attracts attention of reading and waiting for a true love and heart beats with unlimited bunches of words. Amazing sharing.10
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I would like to translate this poem
'Tis the truth which I negate this heart is a strange creature It; s forever tempting fate- like it.