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mother daughter poem

pourquoi
je vois tous les esprits humains
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
environ porté plainte au maître
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
je suis vieux et aveugle
tressé et tissé
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
j'ai fait un voeu par le passé, un seulement
vous entendez la pluie?
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
améliorez que le granit

 



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