The rain, a false friend, spreads along the meandering paths,
My footsteps glide gingerly through the damp grass,
The branches, like ghostly fingers, caress my face,
The mildewed and sticky air invades my lungs,
And the murmur of the forest creatures creates a twisted melody,
Beneath the silence of the scent of rain,
The warp of a circumscribed and oppressive life.
(*) Glide: Deslizar
(*) Gingerly: Cauteloso
(*) Caress: Acariciar
(*) Mildewed: Enmohecido (Mildew)
(*) Murmur: Murmullo
(*) Warp: Urdimbre, deformar, combarse
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