Tremolo

hands-bread

Nu ma pot intoarce
acolo unde am pierdut iubire,
pustiul ma tine la piept si toarce
din gandurile mele un fir subtire.

Poate-ntr-o zi o mana
plansa-n bataturi si framantata in paine
va-mbraca cu mine o zi buna
si-o va boteza in tacere ‘maine’.

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