My own foot a stone a trace
With life into death-life
Within eternal
A threshold overstepped
Yes-I-that one
My own illness and cure
Dusk whispered to dawn
And a beam of sunshine to morn
My own year a book a century
And an undreamt heaven to a cloud
Yes-I-that one
Unbearable unstoppable within
An embrace in You
Freedom facing
For One both
A water to the living spring
Da-ja-ta
Svoja stopa kamen trag
Životom u smrt život
Vječnim prekoračen prag
Da-ja-ta
Svoja boljka lijek
Zori sumrak šapnut
Jutru sunčec sjaj
Svoja godina knjiga i vijek
I oblaku nedosanjan raj
Da-ja-ta
Neizdrživa nezadrživa u sebi
Spram Tebe sloboda
Zagrljaj u Tebi
Za Jedno oboje
Živom izvoru voda
©Miroslava Odalovic
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