CONSOLAÇÃO
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Mac Oliver
By Mac Oliver
Published on 11/16/2001
Buried in her hands, her covered head
Below her shoulders, sags of despair,
Her robe is flowing like her hair,
Buried in her hands, her covered head
Below her shoulders, sags of despair,
Her robe is flowing like her hair,
Niobe's toes beyond the hem. No spit
Of vagrants or spray cans can
Befoul the palms of your hands,
That hold your tearful face.
Copyright © Mac Oliver, 2001. All Rights Reserved.
Buried in her hands, her covered head
Below her shoulders, sags of despair,
Her robe is flowing like her hair,
Buried in her hands, her covered head
Below her shoulders, sags of despair,
Her robe is flowing like her hair,
Niobe's toes beyond the hem. No spit
Of vagrants or spray cans can
Befoul the palms of your hands,
That hold your tearful face.
Copyright © Mac Oliver, 2001. All Rights Reserved.