Nastasimir Franović

Dubrovnik 12.04. 1960.
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For a handful of soil

I would give all for a handful of soil.
There I left my footsteps for the first time.
A Handful of soil was swallowed by the rubble.
For the handful of soil that I carry in my bosom.
Handful of soil on where I step freely.
Where my heart beats joyfully.
Handful of soil that remains behind the nails.
For her sun flowing in my veins.
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