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poem for pastors

il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
ascolti
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
parla non bene
chi è il corridore nei cieli
era molte e molto un anno fa
abbiamo nessuno shame?
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
rose ed oro
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
dio
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me

 



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