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poem for dad

cuando era adaptó Londres
hace usted no oír
la oscuridad roba las formas de todas las reinas
flor blanca de la espuma, flor roja de la llama
simplicidad
su pelo hermoso
hay tres maneras de las cuales los hombres toman
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente
ayer por la noche la Luna Llena puso un paño del blanco
reservado, con reverance, en temor
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
mi madre me trenza las rosas mojadas con rocío
ido antes de nosotros

 



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