V temni noči,
Ob hitri cesti,
z mrzlim vetrom v laseh.
pil sem da pozabim,
spomine zadnjih let.
V glavi me piga,
pogled megli.
Neznanca pred mano sem slišal mrmrati
pada, v pekel ali letim v nebesa ?
From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ... and of course, most of life isn't real.
Vprašanje
končati na komodi
Na obisku gledam sliko v okvirju.
Smrtnik.Beda.
Preživetje.
Čas obeda.
Golobica,
gabi se mi skleda.
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