mor-gain

si se scutura usor din ceruri
pene rupte de pe aripile moi
ce-naltau demult o providenta
privind neutru-ntrebator de-acum
la noi…
fantomatica-n aratare
si la chip si la mai toate
cazemata cea cu pene plina
nu ne stie si nici recunoaste
parc-ar fi venit din stele
si-ar fi deci o musafira
care umple cu lumina
casa cui o intra
chiar si pe timp de noapte.
magic cel atins de ea
cu gratia neinchipuita orisicum
se va duce-n lung si-n lat
in cautarea linistii de ultim prag
in viata care trece gradual

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