Primavara tarzie

Si vine iar inghet
Si acelasi sloi flamand, nebun
Mi se intoarce o vena
Cu un capat spre rasarit
Tresar…
Se decojeste cate un gand fragil
In primavara asta
Las cariile sa inghite trunchiul
Pasarile pustii sa duca roua
Cu frigul incarnat, inghet
Eu, in primavara.

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