With the first of Fridays
I'll leave the story aside
The story which summnons the days
Under the edges of the sky
I'll spell a verse
Spelling a silence
A passed away meal
In the bitterness of bread
Spelled by the sun
The willows I will reach
With
The embrace of light
The new dawn bathed
Burned by the fire
Come close to the wounds
Leave a dropp ajar
In an endless sea
Bathe in it washed by the drops of hope
The wave of pain touching the face
Birds bathed in an endless flight
Sa prvim petkom
Ostavicu pricu
Što dane zove pod rubove neba
Srociti stih
Kom tišine sricu
Minulim zalogajem
Gorcinu hljeba
Omamljena suncem
Pod jasike stici
Sa
Zagrljajem svjetla
Okupane zore
Spržena vatrom
Ranama prici
Otškrinuti kapljom
Beskrajno more
U njemu umiti kapljama nade
Talasom bola što se mreška lice
Beskrajem leta umivene ptice
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