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fall poem

eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu disse
nós colocamos
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
sol e vento e batida do mar
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
desolado e solitário
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
até sua janela da câmara
eu sou o vento que wavers
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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