Swaying into plum lights
filling my thoughts with you
on lonely echoing midnights
I keep on wondering
when it'll come to me
that feeing of
"Ah, this feels right"
I'm tired of wandering on my own
and most days, you're nowhere in sight
Plum fades, into burgundy shades
I guess I'm dancing alone tonight
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I would like to translate this poem
A well expressed poem, dear Ma’am Nika...10+++