Krstorečene odronjenosti razapetih jasnina
galerijama svesvetih pogubilišta
potvorbljuju nebonastajuće neumoljenosti.
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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