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urdu poetry

mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
nunca en toda mi vida
y va tan
cuando el viento trabaja contra nosotros en la obscuridad
hay un país por completo del vino
de largo hace, en el claro de luna joven
soy fevered
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
encima de los prados ricos con maíz

 



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