the vow of harmony is the thought
which arrays the words of craving
it’s the vow of the rain
drumming against the window pane
an even rhythm of the fall
it’s the vow of the wind carrying
the leaves in the murmur of the light
it’s the vow of the sound the music of the soul
climbing in silence so high
Zavjet sklada je misao
Što težnjom optoč i riječ i
zavjet je kiše što dobuje oknom
ujednač en ritam pada
zavjet je vjetra što nosi
lišć e rumorom svjetla
zavjet je zvuka muzika duše
što se tišinom penje
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