Magle

Kad se raziđu magle
što si ih u mom oku skupio
neće ostati ništa osim stida.
A tog svevida se bojim i strepim
da ću lepim zvati neke jadne neizglede,
pa drhtim da li to moje magle blede
i hoću li jednom kad sve mine
morati da oči sklopim
da gole me istine ne zaslepe.

Todora Škoro


Published: 25.07.2011.
Classified as: Poezija
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