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poem for pastors

el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
apenas ahora
para mí era concejal gaunt, grave
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
para arropar el pensamiento ardiente
ella dijo
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
tome mis pulseras
soy fevered
el amo de destinos humanos es yo
en pueda
todos esos tesoros que mienten
tenemos ninguna vergüenza?

 



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