Under the treetops
in the nests
from twilight with no dawn
my hair
under the fingers
in hands
until the dusk time
my longing
under the eaves
soaking wet
killed by search
my shadow
pod krošnjama
u gnijezdima
od sumraka bez svitanja
moja kosa
pod prstima
u šakama
do primraka
u sljepilu
moja čežnja
pod strehama
do kože pokisla
traganjem ubijena
moja sjen
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