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poem for dad

forse è materia che avete morto
sotto la luna della raccolta
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
fate non sentirsi
una parola di volo di qui e là
uno sguardo è ma un raggio
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro

 



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