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Erosion Erosion
by Gordana Mudri
2017-03-19 07:24:14
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Erosion

Once, when the rustle of leaves
on the dried branches of my forest dies
erot01_400and when the traces of beasts
hidden in my vastness disappear

Once, when the clear lakes
filled with turmoil run dry
and when the last ray of the sun
shivers in quiet reflection
Once, when springs
of my singing streams disappear
and when the murmur of water
leaves well-known riverbeds
Once, when the timid roe deer leave
their warm shelters
and following deer traces
move to the new paths
Once, when the stormy torrents
rush through deep ravines
quenching wild volcanoes
hidden in my depths
Once, when cold winds
descend down my slopes
chaining my voices
with the icy lace of silence
Once, when my soil
turns in the dust
and scattered with the winds
disappears into infinity

Then you will say:
Once, there stood a mountain
in secrets entwined,
                with wonders filled,
                                in mist wrapped,
                                                by heat worn,
                                                                by winds blown.

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Erozija

Jednom, kad zamre šum lišća
na sasušenim granama mojih šuma
i  izgube se tragovi zvijeri
sakrivenih u mojim bespućima
Jednom, kad presuše bistra jezera
ispunjena nemirom prolaznika
i posljednja zraka sunca
zadrhti u tihom odsjaju
Jednom, kad presahnu izvori
mojih raspjevanih potoka
i glasni žubor vode
napusti utrta korita
Jednom, kad srne napuste
svoja topla skloništa
i slijedeći tragove svojih jelenova
krenu novim stazama
Jednom, kad olujne bujice
nahrupe dubokim vododerinama
i ugase divlje vulkane
sakrivene u mojim dubinama
Jednom, kad hladni vjetrovi
spuste se mojim padinama
i okuju moje glasove
ledenom čipkom tišine
Jednom, kad zemlja mojih obronaka
u prašinu se pretvori
i vjetrovima razasuta
nestane u beskraju

Tada ćeš reći:
Jednom tu stajaše planina
tajnama zapletena
                čudima ispunjena
                                maglama obavijena
                                                vatrama sagorena
                                                                vjetrovima raznesena

 

 

 

 


    
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