Behind the line of solitude, hardened on the lips,
My rocks live with their back to the sea,
Still looking for the face of the rain:
The purified memories.
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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
This is your third poem of yours I read.I assure myself, you too if you do not mind, that you are a real poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great lines nicely put together. Merry Christmas.