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mother daughter poem

sotto la luna della raccolta
il sole č in su
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
sono il vento che esita
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
quando libertŕ dalla sua altezza della montagna
ombre alate che scopano vicino
splendor dolce
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless

 



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