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The whale's fingerprints on man's irises
sitting on the boat, blue with blue
swallowing one's own reflection
and man thinking about evolution
eating your fish and potatoes
that the red sauce of the sun is gone again.
DeepL.com, (tradutor)Deutschland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sea food meets a good life!
Thank you - Mahtab Bangalee, for your visit and comment. Have a nice Friday.