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autumn poem

paredes e enorme elevados
são você vivo?
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
noite misteriosa
agora quando meus bordos viverem
filhas do tempo
eu estou morrendo
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
vivido pelo river-side
material da lua
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma

 



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