Necuvintele, Nichita Stanescu

Auzeam cum se-nteteste seva lui batind ca singele.
Auzea cum se incetineste singele meu batind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am ramas un pom singur.
El
Un om singur.

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