Mnim
da imam te bilošću naštva
ostalog
u tragovima raspolućenih neonestajanja
da preosetljiva na nevremene nestanke
umem te eksistirati u sada.
Things seem to die,
but die not.
The spring showers
Die on the bosom of the motherly Earth,
But rise again in fruits and leaves and flowers:
And every death is nothing but a birth.
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