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poem for dad

me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
claro de luna profundo y blando
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
evidenciado en la luz tenue en sus ojos
aquí cae ninguna luz
el mirar más allá
éstos sean
estoy muriendo
ese compañero extraño vino en mezclar pies
compuesto de loveliness solamente
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser

 



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