Ljubavi koje te iznutra protresu,

i osjetiš da ti fali organ ili dva,

prave velike pukotine na gornjoj kori duše.

Samo da bi kasnije, kada je jednom suzama natopiš,

duša mogla da procvjeta i mirom zamiriše.

Kao nana poslije kiše.


Tatjana Kuljača

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