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I dok se lišće uvija oko nje
Zgrade udaraju u zemlju kao maljevi
Gromovi puze po asfaltu
Sunce kaplje na ulice
U daljini čovek beži
Da li i ti bežiš?
Kao i svi drugi koji duže gledaju
Okrenu se i odu
Bez pozdrava i drhteći
Dok im sunce zaliva tragove
A gromovi jedu senke.

Miloš Jocić


Published: 30.08.2009.
Classified as: Poezija
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