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Ona - She

Nemirni povetarac je nestasno poigravao na povrsini jezera, igrajuci svoj prastari ples sa talasima. Osjecala se toplina u vazduhu, radost proljeca sto se stvorilo u prirodi. Zivot probudjen nakon duge i hladne zime je bujao i cvjetao. Idila raja nepomucena tugom, bolom i senkama.
Sedeo sam na svom starom mestu, nedaleko od obale gledajuci u mesecinu koja se odbijala od povrsine hladne vode. Ja sam bio jedina senka tu.
Bio sam usamljen, kao da su sva ziva bica oko mene mogla osetiti moju tugu i bol, moju senku koju nosim u sebi. Mrak me polako poceo uzimati u svoje narucje, grleci me i tjeseci me. Tonem u tamu, duboko....osjecam da pripadam tu, osjecam da je to moj dom. Svi moji osjecaji, moja ljubav i moja dusa leze tu u tami, mirni i sigurni od sveta. Gledam ih kako sanjaju, ranjeni i zbijeni jedno uz drugo drhte od zime...od usamljenosti. Uzimam prekrivac i pokrivam ih. Prelazim rukom preko znojnog cela i mazim je po kosi... Vidim joj osmeh na licu i znam da sanja nesto lepo, kao da joj andjeli sapucu na uho. Moja ljubav, osecaji i dusa su lezali ispred mene......i imali su njen lik.

English version:
Restless breeze was dancing on lake surface, dancing ancient and still young with the waves. You could feel the warmth in the air, spring happiness awakened in nature. Life exploding after long and cold winter blossoming and flourishing all around. Touch of paradise without sadness, pain and shadows.
I was sitting on my old spot, not far from shore looking in moonlight that reflected on lake's cold surface. I was the only shadow there.
I was feeling alone, lonesome, like all living creatures could feel my sadness and pain, my shadow deep inside me.
Darkness were slowly taking over me, hugging me and comforting me. I am sinking into the dark, deep...feel I belong here, feel like home. All my feeling, my love and my sole lying here in dark, peaceful and safe from world. I watch them dreaming, hurt and close to each other, shivering from coldness...from loneliness. I cover them with a blanket. My hand is on her forehead, gently stroking her hair... I see her smile and I know her dreams are happy, like angels whispering on her ear. My love, feelings and soul were lying in front of me...and I saw her.

(excuse me on my bad english, but that was close translation of my thoughts...will be more)

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