It is standing on the throne of mist
and my thoughts he is thinking
the cage and the wave of wings
and a word awoken
with the strength of a dream
on its palm there is
one single
drowned drop
in its treetop there are
glittering leaves
it is playing with its own
shadows
on stoji na tronu od magle
i misli moje misli
krletku i lepet krila
i snagom sna probuđenu riječ
na njegovom dlanu
jedna
udavljena kap
za morem vapi
u njegovim krošnjama
svetlucavo lišće
igra se sa sopstvenim
sjenama
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