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fall poem

nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
quando eu retornei no por do sol
no alvorecer, disse
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
deve ir para trás, disse
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
mil anos silenciosos há
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
macia weeping
sono, irmão cinzento da morte

 



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