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grandma poem

entre el humo y la niebla de una tarde de diciembre
brilla la edad pasada, el siguiente con esperanza se ve
con alegría y maravilla
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
un destello del oro en gloom y gris
una sombra gris fina en el borde del pensamiento
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse

 



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