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mother poem

não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
olhar além
doce e forte
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
você ouve a chuva?
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
caído assim
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
apenas agora
através do peito aching da terra larga
carrinho aqui por meu lado
sadly falando
mulher boa

 



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