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grandmother poem

nella sfera
alla mezzanotte
mi domando dove vivete
il fratello, sono fuoco
ho vinto la corsa
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
che cosa noi ora farĂ 
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
al lover appassionato
andato prima di noi
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso

 



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