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mother poem

semplicità
parla non bene
vivo dalla riva del fiume
dai prati ricchi con cereale
con il tramonto
è andato
a che cosa una donna la paragonerà cara
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
la luce ritirata
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce

 



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