Sunday, May 5, 2019

ISLAND Comments

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The sea and the horizon fight all day.

The smells of eucalyptus, sage and rosemary
are mute witnesses, the colors of atmospheric geometry
which begin
where the water first
comes to know its death.

As night falls
the rivals tire out.
And the silence amid the trees
remains, built only from the sea.
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Uroš Zupan
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