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i miss you poem

tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
na terra silenciosa
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
eu detestei-o
alguns dias mais ventosos
os prayers brancos pequenos
arched a inundaçăo
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
os arcos da ponte vermelha
vivido pelo river-side

 



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