Pismo

kralju moj i voljeni sirotane

Istok je tako polagan

sporiji od suze što piše dok u zraku kušam tvoju ljubav

a ja pamtim njen put za godine koje dolaze

 

kralju moj i voljeni sirotane

uvešću te jednom na ove crvene ulice

tu se ljudi iskrenije smiju što više pate

porodilje brzo hodaju i djeca okreću svoje planete

 

kralju moj i voljeni sirotane

dođi da se čudimo nevinosti parova na mostu

okupamo decenije u majčinoj vodi

ćutimo radi pjesme tišine i vodimo latice pod kopita divljih konja

 

titrava je noć kralju, sirotane moj

smišljam molitve protiv zapadnih varki

okrećem vjetrove ka tvojoj kosi

da šapuću istinite bajke

 

dok rasteš, dok spiš… 

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