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angel poem

non sia falso
al lato di un campo raso
vi ricordate di
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
non eravamo molti
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
qui cade nessuna luce
fiori dei bambini
all'interno della mia mano tengo
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
sono il vento che esita
ho lanciato il mondo
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
come esso

 



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