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Song
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I dream the day
when my hands
are going to rain
and they flush
on your shoulders,
on your breasts,
on your thighs;
when they slip
from your knees
and your ankles
into the land
that bears us
becoming roots;
roots which
will feed
my love for you.
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- Autor
- Viorel Petru Trifan
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 48
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 16
- Actualizat
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