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love poem

tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
nosotros que estaban parados
de largo hace, en el claro de luna joven
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
vea, ellos vuelven
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente

 



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