Tvoja sam

Ti slijediš ud i glasaš rog,
okrećeš djevice.

Nad pragovima uvijek spreman,
miran,
kao rusvaj cijepaš crvene marame.

Na kamenu nad bunarom
muzike vilinske pod tobom puze.
I sve im paučine upetljaš
dok se smiješ,
u haos
i nevrijeme.
Onda malu biljku iz oluje
paziš da ne nagaze vojnici.
Obilaziš, pa razgrćeš,
iz prstiju dojiš i kraj nje
ranjiv,
tanko jedva spiš.

O ti,
najljepša pričo svoje mati.
O sine predaka,
tvoja sam.

Zadnja sa rogom,
čedna od voda iz pitomih dolina.
Kraj našega bunara,
na golom kamenu.

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vasionka

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