[an impression written immediately after traveling to Slavonski Brod to visit a friend's 93 year old baka whose family life, to express it gently, was a disappointment to her. She died in October, four weeks later.]
Simplicity ~
in it no comfort,
none to find
in me its renown.
Stillness ~
in it no comfort,
so many to crush its door,
and then comes a light so dark.
Ah, but yet death's dawn,
its darkness so radient, calm and peaceful.
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prelepo
Hvala puno!
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