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autumn poem

spuma floare alb, rosu flacără floare
pentru a veni atât de repede pentru a imaginat acest întuneric
vă sunt clare
silenţios în teren
da-mi foamea
aici nu cade lumina
i dacă ar trebui să moară, cred că doar de asta mi
organism, pot limita
lăsa să o bucurie sa te
nepoliticos de pod
i-am îndrăgostit de-a vedea de departe de mare de locuri
am auzit de vânt toate zile


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