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nature poem

la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
mi domando dove vivete
l'aria è come una farfalla
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
le verità terribili questi sono
senza sosta
da me indegno e sconosciuto
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
il cielo
tristemente parlando
quindi non posso
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città

 



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