Fara rima

Din cand in cand ma joc cu niste cuvinte
le culeg, le arunc, le pasez la perete
cu cat le izbesc mai tare
se intorc, ascutite.
De-am scrie toti in versuri
s-ar darama structura lumii reale
sau prozaicul tern
si poate-am trai zilnic intr-o poezie
cu rima libera.

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