Seasons of the Doom

Seasons of the Doom

familiar rain
Now them brings to us
In the harvest
At the friendly bosom of country
Smiling slowly and nicely
From the mothers
That poetic loneliness
Tingling from the fertile anthers…
Of those virtuous fathers
Died like triumphant heroes, nomad
gallants
With buttoned shirts yet burning
inside
Startled with the joy

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familiar rain
Now them brings to us
In the harvest
At the friendly bosom of country
Smiling slowly and nicely
From the mothers
That poetic loneliness
Tingling from the fertile anthers…
Of those virtuous fathers
Died like triumphant heroes, nomad
gallants
With buttoned shirts yet burning
inside
Startled with the joy

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