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BLAGO MENI


Naviknut na ranjavanje
i krvave rane bez krasta,
uranjam u utrobu zore,
neispavan...

Dan zaurliče
iznad kapa, šešira, vanculeta...
Kad zazvoni podne u torbi sjećanja,
još sam žedan rose
u osojima.

Blago meni, seljaku,
jer se napojim i nahranim
na kamenicama sumraka
i zaspim
uz glazbu zvijezda,
zvijezda...

Blago meni, seljaku,
kad nisam ni gladan ni žedan...

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