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poem for pastors

duas fileiras dos repolhos
algum queixou-se ao mestre
desolado e solitário
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu espero-o
composto do loveliness sozinho
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
deixe-nos plantar
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu sou uma mulher

 



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