{"id":1588,"date":"2023-12-10T11:56:47","date_gmt":"2023-12-10T11:56:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poezijascg.com\/ex-scg\/?p=1588"},"modified":"2023-12-10T11:56:47","modified_gmt":"2023-12-10T11:56:47","slug":"moj-su-posekli-kesten-miladin-miladinovic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poezijascg.com\/ex-scg\/php-nuke\/moj-su-posekli-kesten-miladin-miladinovic\/","title":{"rendered":"MOJ SU POSEKLI KESTEN – Miladin Miladinovi\u0107"},"content":{"rendered":"
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MOJ SU POSEKLI KESTEN – Miladin Miladinovi\u0107 2006-06-28 15:23:12
\nPostavio: ljuba-trebotin – Pro\u010ditano: 1106<\/p>\n

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MOJ SU POSEKLI KESTEN<\/p>\n

To stablo je mirno stajalo tu
\nOd kada znam za sebe,
\nPa jo\u0161 ko zna koliko godina pre
\nPred ku\u0107om je skupljalo de\u010durliju svu
\nTo drvo je meni bilo sve.<\/p>\n

Najbolji drugar koji slu\u0161a me uvek
\n\u010cudna planina kojoj ne vidim kraj
\nBi\u0107e tu, verovao sam, zauvek
\nKao tanka nit, moje ma\u0161te sjaj.
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Nikome ono smetalo nije
\nTi\u0161ina je re\u010d njegova bila
\nPri\u010dao sam mu, jer pri\u010de
\nMmoje ono ve\u0161to krije
\nTvrdih grana finih kao svila.<\/p>\n

Koliko je njegov \u017eivot dug bio
\nTo niko ne zna, to tajna je ve\u010dna
\nKa\u017eu, u\u017easno star, a opet tako mio
\nPro\u0161lost je njegova, mislio sam, bila sre\u0107na.<\/p>\n

Naborano stablo od reka starije
\nLi\u0161\u0107e predivno oblika suze
\nPlod okrugao poput Sunca
\nPitam se ta lepota stvarna da li je.<\/p>\n

Htedoh jednom da pozdravim drvo
\nOnako, obi\u010dno, kao svaki dan
\nPogled ga ne uhvati, nebe\u0161e tu
\nObli me znoj u nadi da je san.<\/p>\n

Nije san, bio sam budan
\nSam stajao u dvori\u0161tu nemom
\nUzvik od besa be\u0161e uzaludan
\nOdlete nekud, odjeknu s vremenom.<\/p>\n

Moj su kesten posekli ljudi
\nMa nisu to ljudi ve\u0107 dusi zli
\nUtvare no\u0107i ko\u0161marne \u0107udi
\nMoje detinjstvo jednim potezom uni\u0161tili.<\/p>\n

O\u0161trim se\u010divom parali mu koru
\nNjegov pla\u010d nisu \u010duli
\nU stvarnost doneli no\u0107nu moru
\nKoju su nekada nevoljno usnuli.<\/p>\n

Sad prelepog kestena vi\u0161e nema
\nPraznina puni o\u010di moje
\nU mislima setim se na\u0161ih dana
\nOsmeha prelepog njegove boje.<\/p>\n

Da li je ono osetilo ranu
\nUbod sekire o\u0161trije od leda
\nDa li je videlo belu vranu
\nPustilo suze mirisa meda.<\/p>\n

I dalje mislim kako je \u010dudno
\nZnam da nema meso i nema ko\u017ee
\nDanju snovima tumaram budno
\nIpak i drvo umreti mo\u017ee.<\/p>\n

(C) Miladin Miladinovi\u0107<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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MOJ SU POSEKLI KESTEN – Miladin Miladinovi\u0107 2006-06-28 15:23:12 Postavio: ljuba-trebotin – Pro\u010ditano: 1106 MOJ SU POSEKLI KESTEN To stablo je mirno stajalo tu Od kada znam za sebe, Pa jo\u0161 ko zna koliko godina pre Pred ku\u0107om je skupljalo de\u010durliju svu To drvo je meni bilo sve. Najbolji drugar koji slu\u0161a me uvek \u010cudna … <\/p>\n

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