Prašina

Sećam se samo zaborava
i kao lako mi je
kada me ubije
progutam metak
i grumen zemlje
i šaku prašine
a više bih voleo
da poginem
da ne znam ko je kriv
nego što ovako sahranjen
mislim kako je bilo
dok sam bio živ

Đorđe Aćimović


Published: 03.05.2008.
Classified as: Poezija
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