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nature poem

soy el viento que duda
lo vi una vez antes
pero alas, sueños justos
rosas y oro
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
a alguno los dioses gordos
claro de luna profundo y blando
revuelva
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
ruédeme abajo por el prado
tengo que decir buonas noches

 



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