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poem for dad

escute
este é o arsenal
ruídos que strive rasgar
veja o tentative
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
como um homem despido mim vai
uma vez este turf macio

 



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