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￭ Pașadine în vers alb (73) 
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mimosas in the snow my sun seen in sleep
rummaging my hair on a pillow of fluffy airy sugar torn walls by the legs of the bed monastery puzzle in the peace of my palms the fruit yes the fruit completeness under stained-glass breathing its moment of oblivion soul uplifted through lips of pipe organ higher than into the silence of silence it is I suppose there sadness in peacock feathers subjects in frames intensely heartily painted pain syncope pain syncope pain syncope mimosas in the snow my sun I dreamt you sun only my sun what season do you know more tell me anything about being early about being late about bored gladiators about hunger or laurels or about nothing in this dream it has already been getting as dark as it was until coldness angels of shadow are leaking from my veins sliding more and more wistfully more and more towards the black colour mimosas are fading sleeping the feeling passed by hither
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