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autumn poem

quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
estes sejam
têm você não ouvido
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
os prayers brancos pequenos
quem é o corredor nos céus
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou

 



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