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sad death poem

uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
o alvorecer era verde maçã
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
há uma hora do descanso calmo
splendor doce
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá

 



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