Gabriel Bălaşa

Risipite printre visele uitate

stau cuvintele noastre

ca niste oase albite de soare

de pe care a cazut de mult carnea gandurilor moarte

pana se prefac in pietre

care ne ranesc cu nemiscarea lor

sufletele noastre.

 B.G.

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