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short love poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
balançado no berço do profundo
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu tenho que dizer good-night
este é o arsenal
como águias na elevação ascendente
o corpo pode confinar
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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