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poem for pastors

veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
fate non sentirsi
osservare di là
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
malinconia, azzurro era
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
del sole né stelle
dai prati ricchi con cereale
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
ultima mezzanotte

 



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