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son poem

pentru a veni atât de repede pentru a imaginat acest întuneric
de până luncile de la bogat cu porumb
navele sunt în minte golf
pustiu şi singur
i vedea toate firea umană
sus şi în jos se duce
nu fi suparat cu mine
solemnă înainte de bronz saint


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