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romantic love poem

ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
ombre alate che scopano vicino
sto morendo
riempio questa tazza
non ci è fuga dal fiume
del sole né stelle
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
li prevedo
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
fiori dei bambini
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala

 



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