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nature poem

una vez este césped suave
fui arriba y abajo de las calles
noche misteriosa
el olor del se levantó tan falso, las espinas tan verdades
usted es hermoso y descolorado
he echado el mundo
la música i oído con usted era más que música
no sea falso
el movimiento de su cuerpo es como música
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
el sentarse en su eje de balancín que espera su té
quién nombrará el viento

 



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