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love poem

não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
rosas e ouro
há uma hora do descanso calmo
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
não esteja irritado com mim
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
pela ponte rude
os dias melancólicos vieram
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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