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footprint poem

mi chiedono dove sono stato
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
il sole è in su
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
se fossi molto sicuro
i poets dicono a
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle

 



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