{"id":9014,"date":"2024-09-12T16:26:30","date_gmt":"2024-09-12T13:26:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.17047165566933.sritis.lt\/index.php\/2024\/09\/12\/tyliai-krinta-zvaigzdziu-lietus\/"},"modified":"2024-09-12T16:26:30","modified_gmt":"2024-09-12T13:26:30","slug":"tyliai-krinta-zvaigzdziu-lietus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/2024\/09\/12\/tyliai-krinta-zvaigzdziu-lietus\/","title":{"rendered":"Tyliai krinta \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 lietus"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Vytas DRUNIS<\/b><\/p>\n

Jau ruduo<\/b><\/p>\n

Jau ruduo…
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Jau naktys atv\u0117so,
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Tyliai krinta \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 lietus.
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Ant jurgin\u0173 \u017eied\u0173
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Vasara mir\u0161ta i\u0161 l\u0117to,
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Ir ra\u017eienos palydi \u012f tol\u012f gandrus.
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Tas ruduo toks vai\u0161ingas:
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Ry\u0161kios spalvos ir a\u0161tr\u016bs kvapai…
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Nesakyk \u2013 a\u010di\u016b Dievui \u2013 turtingas,
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Juk vis tiek ka\u017ek\u0105 praradai.
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Tas ka\u017ekas \u2013 gal svajon\u0117?
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Gal s\u0105\u017ein\u0117s la\u0161as?
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Gal ma\u017eyt\u0117 dalel\u0117 sav\u0119s?
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Prasid\u0117j\u0119s \u010dia baigias \u017einojimo takas,
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Ir toliau jis jau niekur neves.
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Bet viskas primena tas m\u0117nesienas \u2013
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Viskas buvo juk taip neseniai…
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Bet naktis v\u0117l jau apvagia dien\u0105,
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Bumsi nakt\u012f sode obuoliai…
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I\u0161eini? Jau i\u0161eini, Vasara?
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Tu tikra Afrodit\u0117s sesuo…
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Man ant skruosto nukrito
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V\u0117si tavo a\u0161ara \u2013
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Jau ruduo…<\/i><\/p>\n

Aldona MAKSVYTIEN\u0116<\/b><\/p>\n

Pab\u016bkime rugpj\u016b\u010dio lietuje<\/b><\/p>\n

Rugpj\u016btis suklups prie akmens \u2013
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\u0160irdis jo dau\u017eysis \u012f tyl\u0105,
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O \u017evaig\u017ed\u0117s nakty lyg pla\u0161tak\u0117s plevens,
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Apraudan\u010dios vasar\u0105 tyliai.<\/p>\n

Su\u0161lapsim nakty nuo lietaus \u2013
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Rugpj\u016btis \u017evaig\u017edes i\u0161la\u0161nojo.
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Jausm\u0173 koriuose l\u016bpos med\u0173 ragaus \u2013
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\u017dvaig\u017edynas kris \u017eem\u0117n po koj\u0173.<\/p>\n

Ant slenks\u010dio rugs\u0117jis pris\u0117s,
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Rugpj\u016b\u010dio \u017evaig\u017ed\u017ei\u0173 i\u0161pustytas.
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Mes, per\u017eeng\u0119 slenkst\u012f, nejausim kalt\u0117s,
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Kai rank\u0105 ties rudenio rytas.<\/p>\n

Bus krait\u0117j dar vienas ruduo,
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O na\u0161ta vis sunk\u0117s ir sunk\u0117s…
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Be laiko pra\u017eil\u0119s prie vart\u0173 akmuo
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Palyd\u0117s link rudens para\u0161t\u0117s.<\/p>\n

Pab\u016bkim rugpj\u016b\u010dio lietuj \u2013
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\u0160irdy \u0161vies\u0105 vasara skleid\u017eia,
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O metai, paklyd\u0119 \u017evaig\u017edynuos ka\u017ekur,
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Gyvenimus m\u016bs\u0173 dar \u017eaid\u017eia…<\/i><\/p>\n

Birut\u0117 VAI\u0160NIEN\u0116<\/b><\/p>\n

Kur skuba gyvenimas<\/b><\/p>\n

Kai med\u017eiai saul\u0119 pasigaus
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Ir suspind\u0117s v\u0117l auksu,
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Saul\u0117lyd\u017eiai li\u016bdnai nusi\u0161ypsos,
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R\u016bkai \u016bkuose klaid\u017eios.
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Ir paslaptingi v\u0117l \u0161nab\u017ed\u0117s mi\u0161kai nurim\u0119
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O bob\u0173 vasaros plaukai
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Skrajos po plyn\u0119…
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V\u0117l virkdys gervi\u0173 klyksmas
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Naktis bemieges, ilgas,
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Ir spaus v\u0117l \u0161ird\u012f nerimas,
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Kur skuba taip gyvenimas?..<\/p>\n

Gra\u017evydas GAV\u0116NAS<\/p>\n

laikas tarpupir\u0161\u010diuos byra,
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laukiam ir laukiam ka\u017eko,
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dienos kaip vinys sudyla,
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ir nesu\u017einom, ko reikia ie\u0161kot.
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i\u0161ne\u0161a nerim\u0105 virusu laikas,
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apkr\u0117stas rytas, diena,
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ore nuod\u0117m\u0117s tvaikas \u2013
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diena lyg merga svetima…
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spaud\u017eiu savy nuod\u0117m\u0119 savo
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ir ne\u017einau, ar pasimelsti turiu \u2013
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sukaliau kry\u017ei\u0173 kasdienos kelio,
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bet jo pane\u0161t negaliu…
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laikas kaip sm\u0117lis byra nubyra,
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spaud\u017eiu tarpupir\u0161\u010dius kiek tik galiu,
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mano likimas jau erdv\u0117je tvyro,
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kurgi jau d\u0117sies \u2013 atsakyti turiu…<\/i><\/p>\n

Onut\u0117 JASAITIEN\u0116<\/b><\/p>\n

Nei\u0161sakyti \u017eod\u017eiai,
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neu\u017era\u0161ytos mintys,
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\u0161velnumas u\u017erakintas \u0161irdy giliai giliai,
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sudu\u017eusios svajon\u0117s ka\u017ekur po ber\u017eu baltu,
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ir \u017evaig\u017ed\u0117se paklyd\u0119 neu\u017ebaigti sapnai.<\/p>\n

Ir v\u0117l renku \u012f gl\u0117b\u012f
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akimirkas laimingas,
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ir v\u0117l dienas skai\u010diuoju kartu su tavimi,
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u\u017e lango \u0161\u0117lsta liet\u016bs ir \u0161aipos m\u0117nesienos,
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bet laiko sustabdyti net tu nebegali…<\/i><\/p>\n

Renalda MA\u010cIULSKIEN\u0116<\/b><\/p>\n

Tyliai dega lau\u017eai,
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\u017die\u017eirb\u0173 maldos kyla \u012f dang\u0173.
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Dega likimai ir mintys.
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Saugo vilt\u012f \u017evaig\u017ed\u0117 danguje.
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Dievas mato. Apsaugos tave.<\/i><\/p>\n

Liutauras Klemensas KASULAITIS<\/b><\/p>\n

Tautosaki\u0161kasis<\/b><\/p>\n

Naktis sugeria mano juod\u0105 spalv\u0105 ir atspalvius.
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Pavargau vis\u0105 dien\u0105 juodvarniu lakstyti.
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A\u0161 \u017einau, tu ne mano sesuo
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ir niekada nei\u0161ausi man apr\u0117do
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i\u0161 pikt\u0173j\u0173 \u017eoli\u0173,
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augan\u010di\u0173 prie apleist\u0173 kapinai\u010di\u0173 tvoros.
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Toj bal\u010diausioj dienoj
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pasisl\u0117psiu ir lauksiu,
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kol ji u\u017eaugins man
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dilg\u0117li\u0173 \u0161ilko baltinius.
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O paskui dienos baltume
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Baltu\u010diais baltiniais
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ateisiu pas \u017emones,
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apkabinsiu visus
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savais
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\u0161velnaus \u0161ilko apr\u0117dais.
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Ir daugelis nustebs,
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o gal ir nuli\u016bs,
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kad jau niekados
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baltume dienos
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juodvarniu su jais nelakstysiu.<\/i><\/p>\n

Levut\u0117 TREIKAUSKAIT\u0116-KER\u0160EVI\u010cIEN\u0116<\/b><\/p>\n

Skarel\u0117<\/b><\/p>\n

Turiu skarel\u0119 a\u0161 g\u0117l\u0117t\u0105,
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Lyg atminim\u0105 nuo sen\u0173 laik\u0173.
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Kamputis jos nu\u010diupin\u0117tas,
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Kai \u0161luostydavau a\u0161aras savo vaik\u0173.<\/p>\n

Kasdien vis \u010diupin\u0117ju jos kra\u0161tel\u012f…
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Kiek daug \u010dia prisirink\u0119 paslap\u010di\u0173.
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Gyvenimas \u2013 tai paslap\u010di\u0173 skrynel\u0117,
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Vien\u0105 pamir\u0161usi v\u0117l daug nauj\u0173 randu.<\/p>\n

Atb\u0117gusi diena paslaptimi u\u017edeng\u0117 laik\u0105…
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Ruduo jau vasar\u0105 u\u017eklupo rugiuose.
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Nor\u0117\u010diau v\u0117l a\u0161 kaip ma\u017eus apgl\u0117bti savo rankom,
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Bet tik skarel\u0117s kamp\u0105 prie \u0161irdies glaud\u017eiu.<\/i><\/p>\n

Juozas \u0160AL\u010cI\u016aNAS<\/b><\/p>\n

Tik\u0117jimas<\/b><\/p>\n

Skai\u010diuojam valandas,
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Metus skai\u010diuojam \u2013
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Kiek ten u\u017e m\u016bs\u0173,
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Kiek dar bus.
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K\u0105 mums atne\u0161
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Tos valandos, sekund\u0117s,
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Ar jos nubaus,
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Ar jos apdovanos\u2026<\/p>\n

Nors laiko \u0161uliny
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M\u016bs viltys sk\u0119sta,
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Ta\u010diau vis tikim \u2013
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Bus \u0161viesi\u0173 dien\u0173.
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Ir t\u0105 tik\u0117jim\u0105,
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Per laik\u0105 ne\u0161t\u0105,
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Visiems a\u0161 po truput\u012f
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Dalinu.<\/p>\n

Ir kas priims
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\u0160i\u0105 ma\u017e\u0105 dovan\u0117l\u0119
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Ir patik\u0117s
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Jos ateities galia \u2013
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J\u0173 dienos su\u017eyd\u0117s
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Lyg piev\u0173 g\u0117l\u0117s
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\u0160ios \u017eem\u0117s keistenybi\u0173
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Veikale.<\/i><\/p>\n

Romualdas IVANAUSKAS<\/b><\/p>\n

Gyvenimo rulet\u0117<\/b><\/p>\n

Ant likimo r\u016bstauti neverta,
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Juk kaip \u0161vent\u0117 kiekviena diena!
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Tik prasmingai reikia nugyventi,
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I\u0161m\u0117gint, k\u0105 \u017eada fort\u016bna.<\/p>\n

Sukasi gyvenimo rulet\u0117,
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Audrina vaizduot\u0119 ir jausmus.
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Kartais negali tuo patik\u0117ti \u2013
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Viskas buvo, buvo ar tik bus!<\/p>\n

Ant likimo r\u016bstauti nereikia.
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Kaip nereikia \u017eaisti likimu!..<\/i><\/p>\n

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