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poem for dad

ho detto
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
qui cade nessuna luce
truely
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
perchè così triste mio bello?
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
era molte e molto un anno fa
come candela bianca

 



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