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christmas poem

ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
ombre alate che scopano vicino
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
ma alas, sogni giusti
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
fiori dei bambini
da me indegno e sconosciuto
morbidamente piangendo

 



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