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sad death poem

i, atunci când a fost un băiat de la facultate
ai văzut-o pe mersul pe jos prin sat
în nor - gri dimineţi
faptul spumante de mare
Te-am văzut şi ghebos Frisoane pe pietre
Nu pot sa simt întotdeauna măreţia
pentru a veni atât de repede pentru a imaginat acest întuneric
de la locurile noastre ascunse
printre fum de ceaţă şi de după-amiază de decembrie
aici se afla cea mai frumoasă doamnă
zapada şoapte despre mine
a fost în toamna anului

 



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