ARE YOU
The wind still laughs at me
leaving sharp marks,
the riddle is spoken
the night has the color of darkness.
I walk, the cigarette glowing,
you said, the rain will come,
where to begin
a monolith stands across the street.
The corner of the street clears its throat,
the traffic light flashes yellow,
did you have tremors in the shadow
I wait as the drops echo.
The rain begins...
Duško Korać
Stihovi koji stvaraju slike. Divno.
Sjajnooooo, dragi pesniče 🥰 🥰🥰
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