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A moment of spring ... in my little garden :)

Created on 09/04/2018 by

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George Toparceanu - Spring

So cold and foggy
And show the sun.
We can not freeze now
Nose and legs!

With narcissus, lilies, lotus,
The warm time is coming.
This spring though
It's just a copy.

Under the cerdac, the lurusca,
As Babele passed,
A frog came out
Dry his paws.

Migratory birds
They are returning from the tropics.
The lashes lay in the sun
Microscopic eggs.

Everybody in the garden
He plays without pause.
Two cocks are being taken for granted
I do not know why.

A turkey stands up on a beam,
He does not want to enjoy.
The red mouse hangs it
Soft as a tassel.

Only Griva, the old man, does not
With what the bones are producing.
That ever since the big fast,
Everything's goin 'back.

For how many he shot, the poor,
Who to ask for damages? ...
Just under his nose, the cat
He came to eat.

But now he caught his pot
She started shaking it ...
Over all the crap
A butterfly is flying.

On the sidewalk next to you
Two cheerful girls ...
I'm afraid I'm gonna let go of it
All interests!

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George Toparceanu - Primavara

După-atâta frig şi ceaţă
Iar s-arată soarele.
De-acum nu ne mai îngheaţă
Nasul şi picioarele!

Cu narcişi, cu crini, cu lotuşi,
Timpul cald s-apropie.
Primăvara asta totuşi
Nu-i decât o copie.

Sub cerdac, pe lăuruscă,
Cum trecură Babele,
A ieşit un pui de muscă
Să-şi usuce labele.

Păsările migratoare
Se re-ntorc din tropice.
Gâzele depun la soare
Ouă microscopice.

Toată lumea din ogradă
Cântă fără pauză.
Doi cocoşi se iau la sfadă
Nu ştiu din ce cauză.

Un curcan stă sus, pe-o bârnă,
Nu vrea să se bucure.
Moţul roşu îi atârnă
Moale ca un ciucure.

Doar Grivei, bătrânul, n-are
Cu ce roade oasele.
Că de când cu postul mare,
Toate-i merg de-a-ndoasele.

Pentru câte-a tras, sărmanul,
Cui să ceară daune?…
Drept sub nasul lui, motanul
A venit să miaune.

Dar acum l-a prins potaia
Şi-a-nceput să-l scuture…
Peste toată hărmălaia
Trece-n zbor un fluture.

Pe trotuar, alături saltă
Două fete vesele…
Zău că-mi vine să-mi las baltă
Toate interesele!

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Violeta That's very beautiful
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dorageorg So nice!
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TammyWhite Beautiful view my dear
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Deliana Very beautiful, my dear!
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soncee Very good artikle
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RasmaSandra Wonderful poetry and lovely flowers.
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