Za druga istoimenska dela glej Pesem.
Slavček med trnjem
se je zganil
in zapel;
bel cvet divje rože
je zakrvavel ...
Trnje zori
sredi belih puščav.
Kot kaplje krvi
dozoreva mu plod,
na belem groblju
kraških planjav –
tam bo moj kot.
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