Saturday 18 June 2011

Pustiu

Scrum,cadavre,fum
Singur peste trestii strig
Cu glas stins,de mort in mormant
Peste toti
Scrum,cadavre,fum

Sonet de primvara rasuna surd
Intr-o minte pustie,
Intr-un abis infinit
Si-o prapastie de ganduri
Se ridica-n cuget finit.
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