<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>With the first of Fridays/Sa prvim petkom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the first of Fridays<br>I'll leave the story aside<br>The story which summnons the days<br>Under the edges of the sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll spell a verse<br>Spelling a silence<br>A passed away meal<br>In the bitterness of bread</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spelled by the sun<br>The willows I will reach<br>With<br>The embrace of light<br>The new dawn bathed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burned by the fire<br>Come close to the wounds<br>Leave a dropp ajar<br>In an endless sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bathe in it washed by the drops of hope<br>The wave of pain touching the face<br>Birds bathed in an endless flight</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sa prvim petkom<br>Ostavicu pricu<br>Što dane zove pod rubove neba</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Srociti stih<br>Kom tišine sricu<br>Minulim zalogajem<br>Gorcinu hljeba</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Omamljena suncem<br>Pod jasike stici<br>Sa<br>Zagrljajem svjetla<br>Okupane zore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spržena vatrom<br>Ranama prici<br>Otškrinuti kapljom<br>Beskrajno more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">U njemu umiti kapljama nade<br>Talasom bola što se mreška lice<br>Beskrajem leta umivene ptice</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462629" data-title="With the first of Fridays/Sa prvim petkom de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="With the first of Fridays I'll leave the story aside The story which summnons the days Under the edges of the sky I'll spell a verse Spelling a silence A passed away meal In the bitterness of bread Spelled by the sun The willows I will reach Wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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