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Poem

Srečko Kosovel

Our Eyes

Our eyes were flooded
with burning lava.
And the grey dust
of cement towers
burnt our lips.
Like burning trees
we leaned
into a new day.

NAŠE OCI

NAŠE OCI

Naše oci je zalila
lava goreca.
In sivi prah
cementnih stolpov
spekel nas v ustnice
Kot drevje gorece
smo se nagnili
v novi dan.
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Our Eyes

Our eyes were flooded
with burning lava.
And the grey dust
of cement towers
burnt our lips.
Like burning trees
we leaned
into a new day.

Our Eyes

Our eyes were flooded
with burning lava.
And the grey dust
of cement towers
burnt our lips.
Like burning trees
we leaned
into a new day.
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