On the palm

in #poetry7 years ago

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Everything is on the palm and palm is in the darkness;
In the hourglass our grains are falling as if they are easier
While we are lying,
Sweaty for ourselves and naked for the others

And watching stars , trough a blurred window,
And same as if its real , on a glass, with our fingers , we r painting future
And traces will be dragged for a long time
Like old wounds which are not treated well

And we are listening to the rhythm
Our hearth are beating, sticked for a while, bonded forever
While we are silently sinking in a dream which hugs us
At least for a moment to be children
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      NA DLANU

I sve je na dlanu, a dlan je u tami;
Na peščanom satu naša zrna idu kao da su lakša,
Dok mi tu ležimo,
Znojavi za sebe, a za druge goli.

I gledamo zvezde kroz zamagljen prozor,
Pa kao na javi, slikamo budućnost prstima po staklu,
A tragovi dugo još će da se vuku,
Kao stare rane kad se loše leče.

I slušamo ritam,
Naša srca tuku, priljubljena kratko, spojena zauvek,
Dok tonemo ćutke u san koji grli,
Makar na trenutak da budemo deca...