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poem for pastors

quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
quell'anno
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
all'alba, ha detto
i poets dicono a
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
così perso
ciò è la nave della perla
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
pensieri tramite la mia testa

 



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