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teen love poem

l'alba era verde mela
per coprire il pensiero ardente
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
non eravamo molti
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
il giorno è fatto
e con l'uccello di ronzio
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
sto cantando voi

 



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