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poetry in motion

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
não permaneça não mais
em setembro
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
as canções antigas
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada

 



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