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mom poem

em todas as coisas não faladas de
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
sobre o rio beckon a mim
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
material da lua
um com você
um olhar é mas um raio
flores dos bebês
escuro-eyed
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
há uma hora do descanso calmo
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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