O kako tužna je
mimika usana
kad govore o ljubavi
rečima
koje su izgubile
snagu
težinu
i značenje.
Strepiš nad odbranom gnevne zablude kad govorim o igri i radosti. Reči od tvoje duše odbijene kao sunčev zrak u ogledalu, padaju na crnu zemlju, u travu zelenu.
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