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son poem

di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
lungo una riva del fiume
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
le ombre delle navi
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
in pieno delle rotture
siete vivi?
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
felicità

 



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