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retirement poem

tristes son que saben no amor
era no para ese olor singular
en y encendido
como baja el igualar
como águilas en colmo ascendente
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente
musing, entre la puesta del sol y la obscuridad
hermoso
un cielo que nunca ha sabido el sol, la luna o las estrellas

 



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