Copyright A.Krajinovic 2023

Feed the roots, so endless thirsty
Falling leaves that cut the air
Tell me something of the hidden
thoughts that twist and turn
when you donĀ“t care
Patience, patience
of the lonely minds that blow and swep in winds
Give us something we will run to
a shelter for the painted sense.

 
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