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sympathy poem

quell'anno
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
i poets dicono a
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
sotto la luna della raccolta
alti pareti ed enorme
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
dove io trovili
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare

 



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