Sklenene oci se divaji
pred sebe,
ale mne nevidi.
Nepromijejici,
sklenene oci
se divaji skrze mne -
a neodpousti.
Beze slova
se toci zady,
odchazeji -
zastupy.
Osamele zeny sedi
s koleny zpusobne u sebe -
a cekaji.
A co ma byt?
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 12/31/2011
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