Nad črnimi gozdovi
ugaša mrzel dan.
Sredi snežnega polja
stojim ...
V mrzli večerni mrak
tonejo samotni gradovi,
zlata okna ugašajo
drugo za drugim
in krvavijo ...
V dalji je tiho,
ko da blestijo rane
na mojem telesu,
rane pekoče. –
Stojim brez besede.
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