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retirement poem

simplicity
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
o ar é como uma borboleta
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
no alvorecer, disse
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coraçăo da pedra
na esfera
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
é frequentemente năo assim?
deixe-me ser sad

 



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