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thanksgiving poem

a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
tempesta

 



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