Din memorii

Nu pot gusta roadele innegrite
Cand ceata isi lasa matasea
Si frigul ma impinge apasator
Pe cer pasarile inunda orasul
Zapada parfumata cu miros putred
Si luciri pe pielea fulgilor…
Cad precum stelele stinse
Cateodata luminile sunt aprinse
Nu inceteaza a privi
Peretele alb, rosu, somnolent.

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