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poem for pastors

prenda i miei bracelets
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
oscillato nella culla del profondo
fra le montagne ho vagato
quando vado di nuovo a terra
potremmo ma sapere
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
ma alas, sogni giusti
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittŕ
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
il fratello, sono fuoco
il rullo triste del tamburo desonorizzato ha battimento
li ho detestati

 



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