Brez besede stojim,
jaz ranjeni človek.
Zlati plamen ugaša
v temo.
Strmim v brezdaljo,
vse moje misli – ena rana,
vse moje življenje – ena rana,
trpim, kako bi šel v daljo.
Kako?
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