Mi-e cald

Mi-e cald si

Mana ta ma frige.

Mi-e cald…

A ramas o

Farama de

soare in mine,

de-aseara cand

Ai plecat in tine.

Mi-e cald.

Sensibilitate de gradul I

Ridicata la rang divin,

Mustrata si zdruncinata,

Purtata si agasata

Si apoi abandonata

De vant, furtuna si ploi,

Ninsori si alti

Boi.

Isi poarta spre

Culmi visul

In marea

Contopire cu plansul.

Mi-e cald.

by Eliza Ursachi

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