Odsjaj

Po plavetnilu
Nebeskog svoda
Zlatna kugla plovi

U polju žito talasa
Makovi njišu crvene glave
S vetrom se igraju

Suncokreti prate
Svoju užarenu zvezdu
I vrane svoj pir imaju

Sve je trudno
Vrelo
Mirno

To onaj odozgo
Blagoslov šalje
Odsjaj osmeha svog

Dragica Minjević Medaković


Published: 15.07.2012.
Classified as: Poezija
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