Nad belo roko šumijo
svileni rokavi.
Češnja šumi.
Žareči vlak.
Nad srebrnim mesecem
črn oblak.
O, to so njene svetle oči,
ki na temna polja
strmijo.
Češnja in ona.
Noč je
asimetrija.
Draga, adijo!
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