Nastasimir Franović

Dubrovnik 12.04. 1960.
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At the time when I wanted to become a poet
The sun tempted me to leaf through the storm
I blossomed
And the frost scorched my every flower
I waited for the wounds to heal
I waited a long time
To leaf through the dry branches again
To be the herald flower of the spring
Then when I wanted to be a poet
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