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nature poem

non brucio incenso
è ci qualcuno là
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
lascilo essere triste
all'alba, ha detto
vecchio vino da bere
ma alas, sogni giusti
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
fiori dei bambini
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
dicami
i loro capelli bei
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
semplicemente parlando

 



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