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poem for pastors

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
teria mesmo seu gracejo
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
melancolia, azul era
como águias na elevação ascendente
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado

 



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