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mother daughter poem

sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
scattando in su, cadendo
il prato stava strisciando
qui cade nessuna luce
ha incurvato l'inondazione
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
per veritŕ, per amore
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirň
ho vinto la corsa

 



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