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poem for pastors

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ha detto
potremmo ma sapere
nella sfera
stella-polvere e luce vaporous
devo dire buona notte
prenda i miei bracelets
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
dai prati ricchi con cereale
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città

 



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