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haiku poem

glooms a vii-stejari
cum ca aceste stele sunt, de culoare albă, de nedescris se confruntă cu
ei în întuneric colecta şi de a cere
gândurile prin cap
un pic de piersic a crescut în livada
doar acum
ea are o clar, vânt-adăpostit farmec
niciodată în viaţa mea toate
i-au venit în deşert, pentru că sufletul meu este însetat
adevărata mea dragoste de la ea a crescut de pernă
am iubit o femeie
nu aţi auzit de
fie nu fals
i să nu se roage pentru pace

 



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