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in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
fra le montagne ho vagato
scuro-eyed
nel vostro volo
travails della terra
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
era l'autunno dell'anno
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
ha una radura, loveliness vento-riparato

 



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