Sto Na Sat Poem by Loreta Muskardin
Sto Na Sat
Ponovo pada kisa
Odbijam misliti na onu staru izreku
da nebo place
A moja sestra kaze
“tako je padalo I pred dvije godine
kada si odlazila”
pa onda svi
sutimo.
U tunelu –meni- nepoznatog imena
Sto, pa osamdeset kilometara na sat
Pa pozor!
I onda sto i deset - dozvola
za moj ubrzani
odlazak.
I jos uvijek pada kisa.
Loreta Muskardin ©
15: 00
11/1/08
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