Ash red and lifeless brown, feeble leaves fall to the ground.
Numbing chills rush down my back.
In front of me the polar smoke from my breath leads me, i cannot see the light.
I am surrounded by boisterous creatures of the night, i do not search for help, or for warmth.
I am comforted by the unknown.
I feel welcomed in my desolation.
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I would like to translate this poem
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