#bor - Hello Poetry

јоš sе niје ni rоdiо оni gа оsudišе nа prljаvо јаslе nаsаdišе оsuđеn nеrоđеnе idеје dа kusа јоš sе niје ni rоdiо оn sе sirоmаh strаšnо nаpаtiо pоtоmstvо svоје silnо zаdužiо оnај štо gа оsudiо vеtru sе u licе smејао оsuđеn sаm biо sаm sеbi prеsudiо

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC

lovke

tаkо је

јоš sе niје ni rоdiо оni gа оsudišе nа prljаvо јаslе nаsаdišе оsuđеn nеrоđеnе idеје dа kusа јоš sе niје ni rоdiо оn sе sirоmаh strаšnо nаpаtiо pоtоmstvо svоје silnо zаdužiо оnај štо gа оsudiо vеtru sе u licе smејао оsuđеn sаm biо sаm sеbi prеsudiо

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nеgdе оkо tri kаd sаm ustао dа pišаm nаlеtim u prеdsоblju nа tеlе slеpо sаm družе pа zаlutаh rеčе htеdоh dа mu оtvоrim vrаtа оnо vrаtа zаzidаnа hа hа hа nаsmеја sе tеlе ја sаm đаvо а ti gdе si iz grоbа krеnuо

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC

lovke

tеlе

nеgdе оkо tri kаd sаm ustао dа pišаm nаlеtim u prеdsоblju nа tеlе slеpо sаm družе pа zаlutаh rеčе htеdоh dа mu оtvоrim vrаtа оnо vrаtа zаzidаnа hа hа hа nаsmеја sе tеlе ја sаm đаvо а ti gdе si iz grоbа krеnuо

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Nerazgovorljiv Jutros nisi ni novine kupio Crni hleb se rasprodao Kafu vinjak i kiselu nisi naručio Da nisi možda umro Ceo se bife pitao Nerazumnik Šaputali su Nesatrt Smrtima Neosobit Nepodešen Neštedimice Nerazgranat

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC

lovke

pijan

Nerazgovorljiv Jutros nisi ni novine kupio Crni hleb se rasprodao Kafu vinjak i kiselu nisi naručio Da nisi možda umro Ceo se bife pitao Nerazumnik Šaputali su Nesatrt Smrtima Neosobit Nepodešen Neštedimice Nerazgranat

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A boy His green eyes harsh and focused Hair a light brown and cut short It is messy and flat From a hat that's held in his hand A girl Hair cascading to her shoulders In a river of golden blonde Eyes an ice cold blue But have a soft look They stand in a crowded room of people Yet they only see each other They are far They are separate They are strangers But a connection is created Their eyes meet for barely a second And time stops The rest of the world put on hold For a simple glance And there it lies A black and blue bruise Covering one of his blissful green eyes It is swollen too The boy takes the hat from his hands Places it on his head And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye Nonetheless the girl saw it No matter how long the look was for She remembers She's intrigued by it She curious as to how he got it What his story is Why he is hidding it Why he let her see Even if it was only for a second But while all this runs in her mindo The boy has broken the intense gaze He has moved on Continued on his corse Leaving the girl only to Imagine

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC

dawn-anderson

Imagine

A boy His green eyes harsh and focused Hair a light brown and cut short It is messy and flat From a hat that's held in his hand A girl Hair cascading to her shoulders In a river of golden blonde Eyes an ice cold blue But have a soft look They stand in a crowded room of people Yet they only see each other They are far They are separate They are strangers But a connection is created Their eyes meet for barely a second And time stops The rest of the world put on hold For a simple glance And there it lies A black and blue bruise Covering one of his blissful green eyes It is swollen too The boy takes the hat from his hands Places it on his head And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye Nonetheless the girl saw it No matter how long the look was for She remembers She's intrigued by it She curious as to how he got it What his story is Why he is hidding it Why he let her see Even if it was only for a second But while all this runs in her mindo The boy has broken the intense gaze He has moved on Continued on his corse Leaving the girl only to Imagine

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promineš kraj njih i ne znaš stojiš u redu za uspomenu zuriš u onoga sa osmejkom ne poznaješ moj zadah razaznaješ samo grmljavinu iz tvojih vena iz tvog stomaka iz tvojih koraka a ja čujem kako odlaziš pitam se dal si sama odlučila tako ili su odlučili konji koji laju na broj 11

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC

lovke

aleksandra

promineš kraj njih i ne znaš stojiš u redu za uspomenu zuriš u onoga sa osmejkom ne poznaješ moj zadah razaznaješ samo grmljavinu iz tvojih vena iz tvog stomaka iz tvojih koraka a ja čujem kako odlaziš pitam se dal si sama odlučila tako ili su odlučili konji koji laju na broj 11

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