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retirement poem

non ci è fuga dal fiume
ombre alate che scopano vicino
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
la terra mantiene certo andare di vibrazione
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
non appenda corona
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole

 



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