K.Gałczynski - Wierszyk o wronach.docx

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                                                                                                                                                                                              Wierszyk o wronach                                                                                                                                                     W powietrzu  roziskrzonym                                                                                                                              siedzą na drzewie wrony                                                                                                                              trzyma je gałąź gruba;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  śnieg właśnie zaczął padać                                                                                                                              wronom się nie chce latać,                                                                                                                              śnieżek wrony zasnuwa.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Tuż pole z krętą ścieżką                                                                                                                              w dali widać miasteczko                                                                                                                              uprzemysłowione -                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  a wrony jak to wrony                                                                                                                                            patrzą okiem szalonym                                                                                                                                            wrona na wronę                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Gdyby je zmienić w nuty                                                                                                                              dźwięczałyby dopóty                                                                                                                                            dopóki strun choć czworo                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    a tak na wronią chwałę,                                                                                                                              siedzą  czarne, zdrętwiałe                                                                                                                              In secula   saeculorum              .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Nocne niebo już kwitnie,,                                                                                                                              wszystko świeci błękitnie;                                                                                                                              noc ,wiatr, wronie ogony,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    zaśnij, strumieniu wąski                                                                                                                              dobrej nocy gałązki                                                                                                                                            dobranoc, wrony.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              ...

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