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LETTER
(To Mother) from the book, North Road'' in 2008
There, under the wing of the bird,
I hid you
from the barking dogs,
from the long rains,
from memories and storms,
forever in the shadow
of linden and cherry,
between bees and flowers.
There I hid you,
from the tired roads,
from waters and floods ,
from hills and plains,
forever,
from fatigue and waiting.
Under the wing of the bird
I hid you.
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