amintiri

flasneta se rotea duios
in mana care-o tinea
copilaria era cea mai cea
atunci cand vantul adia
soarele nu coplesea
iar luna mai si veghea
ca frunzele din pomi sa stea
acolo sus sa tina umbra
amiezilor in care termometrul
urca vertiginos de fiecare data
cand apa se opera…
de plouat mai rar dar nu de tot
ne uda racoarea aceea placuta
din ceruri ce ne ajuta
sa respiram si noi mierea
printre norii de capsuni
cu frisca admirabila amica
insoteau acea senzatie placuta
de curtoazie a pasarilor.

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