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puknuti crijep
mjesecina tece
niz stepenice
u svom srcu
skriva malo sunce
svaka tratincica
nocas je mraz
sakrio zvijezde
u prozorsko staklo
u maloj lokvi
komad neba
i cijeli oblak
u daleku metu
zalazeceg sunca
upucava se brod.
ljetna tisina,
u salici od kave
zaspala noc
vrh brega
beli begleni vajnkus
vlece jesen
srusena crkva -
u komadicima stakla ogleda se
Kristova patnja
kruska preplela grane
s granama bora,
ciji su ceseri?
sunce zalazi -
zaba sto skace i njena sjena
ujedinile se u vodi
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a cracked roofing tile
moonlight flows
down the stairs
into their hearts
hiding a little Sun
each daisy
the frost tonight
hides the stars
into the window pane
in a small puddle
a piece of the sky
and whole cloud
shooting itself into
distant goal of setting Sun
the ship
summer silence,
the night fell asleep
in the coffee cup
top of the hill -
white pillow of the mist
pulls the autumn
wrecked church -
in the chips mirroring
Chirist's passion
a pear tree entangled
boughs with those of the pine,
whose are the cones?
the setting sun -
a jumping frog and its shadow
unite in the water
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