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halloween poem

hay una hora del resto pacífico
los días endeared a cada MUSE
por las mañanas nube-grises
suavemente ahora la luz del día
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
vea que me doy usted
o justo y stately criada, que ojos
soy una mujer
de nuestros lugares ocultados
todo mi amor para mi dulce
poca puerta fue alcanzada en el último
serene de la tarde y brillante verdes
sobre ellas todas, mirando abajo

 



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