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lost love poem

algum queixou-se ao mestre
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
em setembro
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
diz de épocas velhas boas

 



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