The lake is cold and blue, like your eyes. You stand before me waist-deep, shivering under the hot blue sky. The lake, like you, is quiet except for the perplexing language spoken by graceful arms crossed and clasped to your chest. In your shining face, clear and wet like flawless ice, tiny teeth chatter behind deep red lips. A mouth that says little defers to the eyes for speech. For a long moment you fix me with your cryptic gaze.
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Hi, This is a poem I came across on the internet. It reminded me of a moment from my past. I would really like it to be translated to Italian (It's a memory from when I was in Italy). Thanks in advance!
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