By A Thought Threshold Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

By A Thought Threshold

A moment slips to unfaithful sky
The willow is silent
Hypnotized by the river


Kraj praga misli
Nevjernom nebu izmič e tren
Breza ć uti
Rijekom hipnotisana

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