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mother poem

le cuento con
hombre frío severo
cuando volví en la puesta del sol
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing
la noche es oscura, y los vientos del invierno
dígame no
el mirar más allá
en el puerto de York nueva
hay una hora del resto pacífico
no del mundo ancho del conjunto
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves
soy una mujer

 



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