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grandmother poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
olhar além
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
veja o tentative
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
o prado estava rastejando
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
todos tragam os anos
ao longo de um river-side

 



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