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mother poem

amo rubare per un po'via
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
prima del san bronze solenne
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente stata mescolata
ho detto
un miglio dietro
dai nostri posti nascosti
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo

 



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