Markolino
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Obično jutro
Izgubila si se na ratarskom polju,
suzama iskopala raku,
posejala strah i nadu,
trag ljubavi sakrila pod rosu.
Negde oko sest, pola sedam,
boje se stapaju kod Goča.
Kraljevo,
odaje te stari most!
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