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romantic poetry

havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
como águias na elevação ascendente
sob a folha dusky do laurel
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
disse
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
algum queixou-se ao mestre
o céu
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
estourou o vinho feroz
o corpo pode confinar

 



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