Tic

Cald, rece si ma inconjoara
Vesteda lumina;
S-a terminat nisipul,
Clespidra e pe mare
Si ziua se taraste pana la mal;
Stramta scara spre cer
Din care a nins cu rusine
Obraji cazuti, mintea asuda
Cu roua.
Clesti, ura infloritoare
Polen stins de albine
Si e seceta pe campuri;
Mai cheama iubirea
Imbrac-o din nou
Cu vesminte rosii, albastre.

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