Stare de fapta

skin-grass

Nu pot sa mai zbor,
mi-am inghitit aripile cand s-a anuntat vijelie,
mi se facuse dintr-o data dor
sa ma ascund in cochilie.
Am sa tarai pe picioare de vant
glasul care fara aripi nici cantec nu mai stie,
in noapte ma patrund din pamant
niste lastari incoltind dintr-un iamb de poezie.

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