Mowing ~ Kosidba Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Mowing

I was sweaty and wet.
I was mowing a dewy, young grass
Cheerfuly I enjoyed in the scent.
The grass smelled like a woman
which I want to love..

Suddenly I stopped.
I was fascinated by the new scent.
While the wind carried away the magic
I stood stiffly holding it in my hand
waist of freshly cut mint.
I smelled it sadly
and I thought of first love.

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Kosidba

Bio sam oznojen i mokar.
Kosio sam mladu travu.
Veselo sam uživao u mirisu.
Trava je mirisala na ženu
koju želim da volim.

Odjednom sam zastao.
Opčinio me je novi miris.
Dok je vjetar odnosio čaroliju
ukočeno sam stajao držeći u ruci
struk tek pokošene nane.
Pomirisao sam ga i sjetno
sam se sjetio prve ljubavi.