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father poem

você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
escute
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
raça elevado-carregada
eu gosto d
e com o pássaro humming
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu detestei-o
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
era uma beleza nos dias

 



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