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birthday poem

rosas e ouro
os prayers brancos pequenos
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
a noite era preta e drear
através do peito aching da terra larga
macia agora a luz do dia
eu estou cantando-lhe
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
a neve sussurra sobre mim
eu vi que vocĂŞ hunched e tiritando nas pedras
as verdades terrĂ­veis estes sejam
o corpo pode confinar
com alegria e maravilha

 



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