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footprint poem

ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
impaurito nient'altro, dico
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
tempesta
sono fevered
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
dal ponticello rude

 



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