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short love poem

non brucio incenso
dal puntello, dal mare
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
riempio questa tazza
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
un uccello ha cantato
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal

 



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