Walk when you walk where
the path leads you, pal,
showing you the leading sign,
broken at its ends, or its beginnings,
nonexistent for the brutal,
eternal rigidity of autumn woods.
Do you hear them, pal?
Have you ever imagined
infinity, within its tragedy,
pal, stiff with dried mud?
Poslano:
04. 12. 2021 ob 19:54
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10. 12. 2021 ob 21:16
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Napisal/a: Mirjam Dular
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