Ivan Sokac

IN THE FIELDS

There are more blood in the fields

crushed in the dust of the land

and in the roots of many young sprouts.

 

It is born with the sun

the spirit of antiquity and eternal existence

long time ago that I used to construct.

 

In the fields the wind still flows

and carries the voice

where it is heard more.

 

In the woods near the hummock

irrelevant and empty,

where streams continue to roar...

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Published on e-Stories.org on 11.10.2019.

 
 

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