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poem for dad

come le aquile sul high alto
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
in sua tenda custodita
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
tristemente parlando
chi chiamerŕ il vento

 



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