Pas-parole ~ Dan Galbina

Iarba subtire dumneata
deci fii atenta vin cosasii
miresmele te vor trada…
ei tin în mîna asii.

Nu stiu ca tu le esti stapîna
si vin precum sinucigasii…
e prea tîrziu si te ating cu mîna
din care lunecara asii.

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