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grandmother poem

questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
vivo dalla riva del fiume
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta coś tanto oro
semplicemente parlando
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità
un miglio dietro

 



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