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happy birthday poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
um pássaro cantou
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu disse
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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