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Pagini de carte !..




' imi place sa ma ascund in paginile cartilor,
si jurnale cu framantari ascunse..
asternute cu sinceritate pe o foaie veche,
in cuvinte sarace !
iar in singuratatea mea ..
misterul si linistea din serile tarzi,
in tacerea inimii mele..
randuri de cuvinte ce vor ramane,
mereu intiparine in memorie !
povesti de neuitat si bucurie dulce-amara,
melodie fara cuvinte ...
citind in zilele ploioase de toamna,
regasindu-ma in versuri de poezie tarzie.


                                   - A. A. Popovici,

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