Words Poem by Sonja Manojlović

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They steadily swarm
in the same direction
If I don't tell them
in a white dream I agree to everything
a big-eyed galaxy dives out there
a suckling of boiling milk
sniffs and touches
there is sometimes me in this blind touch
but still I am with whom I am
and I will do what I meant to

Translated by Miljenko Kovačićek

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