sonet 40
Saj veš za češnje, ki na maj cveté,
za lilij in potonik beli cvet,
ki utrgane iz zemlje ti zvené,
za tisti mokri bisernati pled,
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Pretežek je naš svet
Jeklo struje čez kalup
Visok je let, obet
Jezik tone, gloje v strup
Kr neki trhel, gnil je cvet
Sonce staplja kri v obup;
Kr neki,…
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