Rock
I am rock
Softness and I?
On my side I have a pouch
In it gather raindrops, steam and fog.
With my behaviour I
Devote it to you, to the sun.
For me not a drop!
Am I not kind?
And still I am a symbol to all:
"Dumb and deaf as if it is rock! "
"Heartless and thoughtless is rock! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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