Ulicka

:::

Som rano ticha a zabudnuta
mlkva ulicka

niekde v malom meste
so silnym vyzarovanim toho,

co bolo,
tecie dole kopcami
do novych udoli,

medzi nove brehy,
kde ma drzis

Som mlkva ulicka
s tajomnymi zakrutami
a dvorcekmi, pavlacami

Ranne svetlo, ranne svetlo,
kontury blizkeho cloveka

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