And they had the taste of salt
The salt of the earth
The taste of broken sky
And they felt warm to my hand
The hand of your touch
The warmth of your words
And they fell down my cheeks
The cheeks of your turn
The falls of my side
And they made no sound
In the noise of the world
In the world of my making
Bože, plakala sam suze svijeta
I imale su ukus soli
Soli zmlje
Ukus slomljenog neba
I bile su mi tople u ruci
Ruci od tvog dodira
Toplinom tvojih rijeci
I padale su niz obraze
Obraze tvog okretanja
Padove mojih strana
I nisu se cule
U buci svijeta
U svijtu mog stvaranja
Miroslava Odalovic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-i-have-cried-the-tears-of-the-world/
