Martor t\u0103cut prin anotimpuri,
\nM\u0103 mi\u0219c nainte \u0219i napoi,
\nE toamn\u0103 \u0219i b\u0103tr\u00e2nii-s singuri,
\nNori pl\u00e2ng mereu, copacii-s goi.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi amintesc de m\u00e2ini micu\u021be,
\nCe m\u0103-mpingeau \u00eenceti\u0219or
\n\u0218i culegeau ni\u0219te fr\u0103gu\u021be,
\nIvite \u00eentr-un col\u021bi\u0219or.<\/p>\n
Ce glas zglobiu \u0219i ce mai goan\u0103!
\nCe trandafiri \u00een obr\u0103jori!
\nEram o grani\u021b\u0103 de seam\u0103,
\nPentru doi ochi sc\u00e2nteietori.<\/p>\n
O lume extraordinar\u0103,
\nSe ascundea \u00een fa\u021ba mea,
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 deschise prima oar\u0103,
\nCopila se tot minuna.<\/p>\n
Ca v\u00e2ntu-n zbor anii de \u0219coal\u0103,
\nS-au risipit \u00een prim\u0103veri,
\nAcum \u0219i vorba e domoal\u0103,
\nUnde-i copilul cel de ieri?<\/p>\n
V\u0103l de z\u0103pad\u0103-mpodobise,
\nFrumosu-i p\u0103r str\u0103lucitor,
\n\u0218i-un t\u00e2n\u0103r drag precum \u00een vise,
\nPrivea la ea st\u0103ruitor.<\/p>\n
St\u0103team mereu atunci deschis\u0103
\n\u0218i lume mult\u0103 tot trecea,
\nO mas\u0103 alb\u0103 era-ntins\u0103,
\nMie vopseaua-mi str\u0103lucea.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2te z\u0103pezi, \u0219irag de toamne,
\nTrecut-au peste mine-apoi,
\nEmo\u021bii \u0219i oftaturi, Doamne,
\nNe vizitar\u0103 \u0219i pe noi.<\/p>\n
Parc\u0103 mai v\u0103d \u00een prag de sear\u0103,
\nSalvarea cum venea sun\u00e2nd
\n\u0218i to\u021bi uni\u021bi \u00een rugi s\u0103 cear\u0103
\nDoar s\u0103n\u0103tate-n corp \u0219i g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
O banc\u0103 este a\u0219ezat\u0103,
\nLa umbra unui tei frumos,
\nAproape l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, iat\u0103,
\n\u0218i trecem timpul cu folos.<\/p>\n
Noi \u0219tim cum este fiecare,
\nCunosc pe omul bl\u00e2nd \u0219i bun,
\nNu m\u0103 tr\u00e2nte\u0219te la plecare
\n\u0218i nu love\u0219te, eu \u00ee\u021bi spun.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eentr-o zi vorbea b\u0103tr\u00e2nul,
\nDe-o poart\u0103 de m\u0103rg\u0103ritar,
\nPrin care moartea \u0219i suspinul,
\nNu vor intra, ci doar mult har.<\/p>\n
Ascult \u0219i eu cuvinte sfinte,
\nFrumoase-at\u00e2tea promisiuni,
\n\u0218i-apoi \u00eencet \u00eemi vin \u00een minte,
\nMul\u021bi oameni credincio\u0219i \u0219i buni.<\/p>\n
To\u021bi prin str\u0103lucitoarea poart\u0103,
\nIntr\u0103-n cetatea cea de sus.
\nDar Cine st\u0103 cununi s\u0103-mpart\u0103?
\nEste iubitul Domn Isus!<\/p>\n
Floare de col\u021b<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Martor t\u0103cut prin anotimpuri, M\u0103 mi\u0219c nainte \u0219i napoi, E toamn\u0103 \u0219i b\u0103tr\u00e2nii-s singuri, Nori pl\u00e2ng mereu, copacii-s goi. \u00cemi amintesc de m\u00e2ini micu\u021be, Ce m\u0103-mpingeau \u00eenceti\u0219or \u0218i culegeau ni\u0219te fr\u0103gu\u021be, Ivite \u00eentr-un col\u021bi\u0219or. Ce glas zglobiu \u0219i ce mai goan\u0103! Ce trandafiri \u00een obr\u0103jori! Eram o grani\u021b\u0103 de seam\u0103, Pentru doi ochi sc\u00e2nteietori. O […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3067","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3067"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3089,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3067\/revisions\/3089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}