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La popasul pasilor tai dintr-o secunda
am sorbit nectarul buzelor cirese ce ma tot amageau de atata vreme si ,dus de val am cazut in plasa tainica a drumului tau catre mine. Sfere senine dezlantuite atunci din soare imi imbratisara aripa crescuta peste asteptarea ta eliptica si am simtit cum cresti in mine, cu ale tale ramuri line- femeie dulce poposita ca o oaza in miez desertic de noiembrie! A amutit si gandul si timpul nu mai trece sa fim inlantuiti eternul ne petrece, doar vraja deasa lucind frumos din luna ne mai adie acum prin sufletul cununa!
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