Pripovjedač

 

 

 

Od slova našeg imena

usnulih međ’ linijama dlana

nijemi pripovjedač

vješto bajku stvara.

Ne zaboravlja nam uzdahe,

tačke osjećanja.

Niti među pogledima

oslikava i spaja.

Dlanovi što drže unutrašnji krug dana

maglu boje uzletima svitaca.

To su misli što riječi nikada postati neće,

jer se tog zvuka, sem muzike, ovdje ne sreće.

 

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