Guardians of gypsum satellites
Fight against the destroyer of hopes
The strange watchers in the night
Like banks of candles lit up
For Catholic mass
Each one holds a secret priest
Burning for your confession,
As she grips you about the waist,
A savior from the murdered sea,
Begging your forgiveness….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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