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autumn poetry

avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
pensées par ma tête
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
doucement pleurant
je me tiens par temps gris froid
environ porté plainte au maître
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
un regard est mais un rayon
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
hauts murs et énorme
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
le ciel

 



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