Kdo naj stopi na cesto, ki z listjem
posuta se vije med nami?
Nad nami sije izjokano sonce.
Sami. Sami.
Blatne so njive, polja samotna,
tiha zapuščenost kraja
sije v obraz: melanholija.
Kdo naj prihaja?
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