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.
V polni bani
Voda prši
Poplavlja misli,
Razganja telo.
Puščavniki bedijo.
Poplavljajo bolečino.
A čas se ne ustavi,
pleše v dežju,
z nasmehom umazan,
kri razliva se z ukazom.
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