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lost love poem

sol e vento e batida do mar
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
para a verdade, para o amor
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
melancolia, azul era
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
felicidade
eu estive
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se

 



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