That passion warms little
Of flesh in the mold,
And treasure is brittle,
I’ll lie here and learn
How, over their ground,
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.
Louise Bogan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AusxAMgP5eY&list=RDAusxAMgP5eY&start_radio=1 Amo devagar os amigos que são tristes com cinco dedos...
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