Poem: The lake

Author: Marija Lazarević

I was above the lake,
I was above the river.
In a cave whose troughs have dried out.
I came back from half the hill
Over purple buds
To the yellow hut
In which it was warm
And there was nobody.
A white horse
Was seen through the window.
The moon was above the lake
By the river – stones
A path led from the cave
Towards the source.
It was cold.
I was alone.

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