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son poem

un poet, având în frâu luate de pe limba
i dacă ar trebui să moară, cred că doar de asta mi
asculta la sondaj mare
i completaţi acest ceaşcă
de la locurile noastre ascunse
i atunci când mă întorc la pământ
acolo nu a fost niciodată un sunet de lângă lemn, dar
o de unul, ca pleaca de la un copac
pradă nu sunt de proastă gândurile
ca un gol i du-te omule
ca vulturii pe sus de mare
îţi aminteşti
s-ar putea fi cunoscut-o mai devreme în primăvara anului

 



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