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mother daughter poem

prima del san bronze solenne
osservare di là
ombre alate che scopano vicino
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
il prato stava strisciando
nei loro regimentals ragged
moonlight profondo e tenero
malinconia, azzurro era
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino

 



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