Ploua

Din nou ploua si e bine,
E doar norul peste mine,
Picurii se joaca intre ale noastre palme,
Alergam si ne prindem in zboruri calme.

Si in casa cea noua
Incepe iar sa ploua,
Dar norul a fugit, a si plecat,
In zboru-i neinfrant si curbat.

Acum, singura sunt,
Iarasi un zid mut,
Toamna se zbate in zale de picaturi si fulgere.
Fara nor, de unde mai ploua? Tainica mergere.

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