There's an itch that I have to scratch,
to take the ancient words translated
to a modern speech, and make
something out of them in mine.
Oh, it won't be good, twice removed
what she wrote, it will be but an echo
of distant words, but I have yearning
from reading, to try to make them mine.
15.06.2024
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