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autumn poem

ido antes de nós
algum queixou-se ao mestre
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
você recorda
uma vida na onda do oceano
deus
são você vivo?
eu ganhei a raça
todo meu amor para meu doce
escute o mar soando
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas

 



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