jueves, 30 de noviembre de 2023

#18. SWAMP OF ASHES

Chris Candidovsky

 

On this quiet November morning,

The sun sinks behind a blanket of heavy clouds,

Shhh! The wind mumbles a premonition of menace,

The song of the demented lady shakes my peace,

And my calm becomes an echo that instills dread.

My weary heart mutates into a swamp of ashes.


(*) Blanket: Manta, manto.

(*) Mumble: Murmurar, farfullar.

(*) Menace: Amenaza.

(*) Instill: Infundir, inculcar.

(*) Dread: Miedo, temor.

(*) Weary: Cansado, fatigado.

(*) Mutate into: Mutar en.

(*) Swamp: Pantano, barrizal. Inundar.

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