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mother daughter poem

vinho velho a beber
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
acima dos prados ricos com milho
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
irmão, eu sou fogo
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
renove a visão do prazer

 



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