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poem for pastors

doubtless eu recordo ainda
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
olhar além
eu gosto d
o corpo pode confinar
melhore do que o granito
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
tempestade
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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