c(apa)c

cana plina de miraj
dimineata urca munti
si zambeste soarelui
ascuns de ochii tuturor
iar gura pana la urechi
canta sarbatorii melodia
verii care pleaca
peste alte munti si ape
sa ofere alinare
somnului moale si rece.
avanta-naltul zbor
aripilor indraznete
si ce-i la pamant
e tot mai mic
cand mintea-i toata
numai visuri-ndraznete
adunate-n grija grabei
serii care-ntrece
in intensitate negrul
visului urat si rece
din sticla aruncata-n pripa
in siajul navei
ce pluteste-nainte
hotar punand la ce a fost.

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