Burja je odprla okno.
Tople zvezde
padajo na polja.
Pomlad.
Pomlad.
Bel obraz je zasijal
v sinjini,
svila zašumela
po dolini.
Stekleno nebo
se je razbilo,
nad nami mehki, temni oblaki.
Svila.
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