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baby shower poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
quando você vier hoje à noite
há uma hora do descanso calmo
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
quando eu retornei no por do sol
aflija-se não para o invisível
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
as canções velhas

 



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