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sad death poem

corsa alto-sopportata
in pieno delle rotture
ha detto
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
del sole né stelle
nella terra silenziosa
il cielo
non posso ora dirvi
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
desolato e solo

 



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