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mother daughter poem

uma milha atrás
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
na terra silenciosa
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
apenas agora
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito

 



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