Drhtaj

Kad sve kroz slani noćni miris
Ko rukom biva odneseno
Iz svake senke oči širi
Po jedno biće nedovršeno

Jer tlo pod nama puno žara
Možda je moglo biti njivom
Pa sad bez straha od nas stvara
Slučajni pokret skoro život.

Nikola Živanović


Published: 27.04.2008.
Classified as: Poezija
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