Psalm, The Song Of The White Angel Poem by Miroslav Mićanović

Psalm, The Song Of The White Angel




I only know that on the place at which
you entered naked into the empty
room and said it was not good
to deal with the sea, now grow
cathedrals and thunder,
music and mountains

Translated by Stipe Grgas

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