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grandmother poem

quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu espero-o
sob a folha dusky do laurel
em seu vôo
sol e vento e batida do mar
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
traga-me a canção macia
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
assim perdido
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha

 



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