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nature poem

algún se quejó al amo
era no para ese olor singular
soy fevered
reservado, con reverance, en temor
éstos sean
no dé vuelta a su cabeza
arrojé mi alma al aire como un vuelo del halcón
este tazón de fuente de plata antiguo el míos
envuelva la tierra en tiempo nublado
rosas y oro
con alegría y maravilla
no ruego para la paz
algunos días más ventosos
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves

 



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