Dark Cave
Dark insects are in front of my eyes;
All-day long
Visible, relentless flying
They disappear as soon as they are touched
I can't find it anywhere.
All blurred here,
The world today is shrouded in fog: all fog
The face of the beloved child is also blurred
The sky, clouds
Drops of dew falling on the green;
All cloudy!
Day by day, these eyes are losing light and strength
I am entering in a dark cave!
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