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sad death poem

ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
li ho sentiti nella notte
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
tempesta
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
chi ama la pioggia
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
buona donna

 



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