sam clovek v poli, stoji...
srdce ho boli...
uviazol v prazdnote.
pohladom vdialke hlada,
ci niekto ho zbada
v tej temnote...
pohnut by chcel sa, napred, uz nestat
vie, ze odtialto musi sa dostat
von, na svetlo...
slnko znova na tvari ucitit
v srdci niekomu plamenom zasvietit...
uz aby to prislo...
malymi krokmi skusa, no velky ziada sa
nech cele do pohybu to zas da sa...
byt naspat v zivote!
pohladom vdialke hlada,
ci niekto ho zbada
v tej samote...
kiezby ona...
nice stuff , keep it up !
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