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autumn poem

mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
gli archi del ponticello rosso
sotto il timone del guerriero
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
era una bellezza nei giorni
siete bei e sbiaditi
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
all'alba, ha detto
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente

 



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