Maturator de vise

butterflies 5

In fiecare zi matur mormane de fluturi,
mormane de aripi decolorate,
nori de praf din curcubeu,
in fiecare zi matur suflete mici
din acelea facute de Dumnezeu pentru decor.
Indragostitii omoara fluturi,
ii prind in stomac si ii storc cu fierbinteala,
le tremura frica ca n-o sa mai poata zbura
si le iau lentilele reflectorizante.
In fiecare zi matur mormane de fluturi,
deasupra mea ocrotite de lege
croncane libere enervantele ciori.

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