Iluzii

Mă uitam cu nesaț la petalele infoiate ale unor flori de sezon, ce se unduiau voluptos in briza după-amiezelor mele. 

Mi-am imaginat ca ar avea niste rădăcini pe măsură, adânci si ramificate, ce ar încleșta cu putere pământurile, si aproape le-as fi zărit trupurile vânjoase ieșind puțin afara când ar bătea ploaia. 

Prinsă in pasiunea mea, am început sa zgârm ca o nebună. Si am găsit niște rădăcini firave, învățând in același timp ca florile nu erau perene. 

M-am întristat, ca as fi vrut sa le am mereu aproape...

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