Break me down into verses
Or into something even smaller
Take the planetree blossoms out of me
My path of destiny has crusted over
Due to malnourished vanity
All dreams and desires rushed past
Creating only the flash of a moment
Shadowing your image in my mind
That inner man I had sculpted
Like a sculptor molding a cloud
Ljubav zavijena u iluziju
Rastavi me na stihove
Ili nešto još sitnije
Uzmi iz mene cvjetove platana
Moj put sudbine je skoreo
Zbog neuhranjene sujete
Svi snovi i želje su uzurbano proletjeli
Napravili su samo bljesak trenutka
Zasjenivši tvoj lik u mojim mislima
Onog unutrašnjeg čovjeka kog sam izvajala
Kao vajar koji gužva oblak
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
Break me down into verses
Or into something even smaller
Take the planetree blossoms out of me
My path of destiny has crusted over
Due to malnourished vanity
All dreams and desires rushed past
Creating only the flash of a moment
Shadowing your image in my mind
That inner man I had sculpted
Like a sculptor molding a cloud
Ljubav zavijena u iluziju
Rastavi me na stihove
Ili nešto još sitnije
Uzmi iz mene cvjetove platana
Moj put sudbine je skoreo
Zbog neuhranjene sujete
Svi snovi i želje su uzurbano proletjeli
Napravili su samo bljesak trenutka
Zasjenivši tvoj lik u mojim mislima
Onog unutrašnjeg čovjeka kog sam izvajala
Kao vajar koji gužva oblak
In this poem, the plane tree is not merely a tree, but a symbol of permanence, deep roots, and a silent witness to time, beneath whose canopy the transience of human destinies and the eternity of nature intertwine. Its mottled, bare bark and lavish shade represent a sanctuary for thoughts and melancholy, blending earthly burdens with the vastness of the sky.
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