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grandmother poem

ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
quel compagno sconosciuto venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
sole e vento e battimento del mare
era l'autunno dell'anno
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
siete chiari
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
oscillato nella culla del profondo
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
semplicemente parlando
prenda i miei bracelets

 



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