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grandmother poem

ed il mio nome è sincero
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
e con l'uccello di ronzio
in pieno delle rotture
non ci è fuga dal fiume
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro

 



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