KAKOR ŠUM zefirov
čez oranžev gozd,
mimo sončnozlatih dni
nam beži mladost.
Z vejami se sape
le pošalijo –
in oranže se po tleh
zakotalijo.
Ali pride Vesna
vrh zelenih vej:
in oranže druge spet
rumene kot prej –
Le mladosti ni.
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