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death poem

ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
le verità terribili questi sono
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
ci è un'ora di riposo pacifico
la fragranza è venuto
dai prati ricchi con cereale
alla mezzanotte
lo ho visto una volta prima

 



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