Glas

Peščani glas
Svilenog sokola
srcu stiže kresnicama
Ljubavlju obogaćen
Kičmom ga oblaže
Iznova spaja
Mozak ispire
Hladi nerve
Prokuhanoj kosi,
Noktima sabira
Prelijava u njedra
Svetionik je
Zakopanih čula,
Školjkama plaća
Zalihe da donose
cara šapata
Boje glasa
Blažena osmeha.
Nek teče
Trulim živcima
Nek živi
U golim snovima.
Njegov glas,
Glas njegov.

Milka Vukić Vujnović


Published: 27.06.2011.
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