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sad love poem

benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
passato inesorabile di thou
il sole è in su
parla non bene
prima del san bronze solenne
ci situiamo
come esso
nelle mattine nube-grige
ho visto le stelle più fiere
ombre alate che scopano vicino
da solo
con il tramonto
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
mi sono levato in piedi

 



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