Poplar/Jablan Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

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