From “The City of Salvation” – Music-and-poetry album

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The sea itself
The mere immersing
of the toes of one’s feet
The mere immersing
In this world of tides and ebbs
Mini-human life
Sisyphus horizontal
Is already a prologue
Into a verse
Or
At least
Bright onset
Of a sunny day
In the end
Of summer

From “The City of Salvation” [V grada ana spasenieto] – Music-and-poetry album

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