ieri

zece zile ca zece secole
as vrea sa te imbratisez
dar trupul tau delicat
e un gehm de fluturi monarh
care isi iau zborul atunci
cand te ating
sunt obosit de atata zbor
si e iarna
in sufletul meu
si afara
inlauntrul tau e
primavara
si toamna tarzie
imbelsugata de fructul copt
al fiintei tale
galben, portocaliu, rosu
zece zile care dor
zece secole
in care mor
cate putin
revin la viata cand te vad
doar ca sa te pierd din nou
in zborul tau
departe
aproape
mereu

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