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Dimineata am mangaiat florile ,
zambetul lor inca ma urmareste cazut firav in ochii tai , iubindu-ma Din socoteala vremii, o frunza se rupse si-n galbenul ei vad urmele tale lasate in pasii mei , cautandu-te . Mai jos , langa tulpina goala se strecura un gandacel purtand negrul ochilor tai , privindu-ma . Din frunzele cersind lumina in tacere cad lacrimile tale seduse de noaptea cand ne numaram visele . Ascult muzica florilor inmiresmate ce-mi strecura soapta ta chemandu-ma inapoi si plangandu-ma . Iar la plecare le sarut ruga din petalele adunate corola in inima ta , iertandu-ma !
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