Pestrymi farbami usvitou
Dlan v dlan
Nechavam sa viest
Slova spovedi, mojim ukrytom
Nesmelo plyzim sa, zakradam
Zakutiami chaotickej podstaty
Tichu prchave verse rozpravam
Bicmi fraz, otrok zodraty
V detajle krasa utkvela
Jeho nesmrtelnost
Nemenna ktora zostala
nasa jedinecnost
hold vzdavam krase slov
znalcom empatie
za ruku s milovanou jedinou
cistotou fantazie
brazdou v dlani vyrytou
bludim zas sem a tam
ak zahynut ma telesno,
volnost nesmrtelnym myslienkam








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