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grandmother poem

diga-me
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verăo brilhada
rosas e ouro
qual eu desejo observar
o céu
eu moldei o mundo
há qualquer um lá
talvez
faça os meninos e as meninas văo ainda
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- săo liars

 



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