Duska sees the individual, the lover, in nature. She transcends the small self to seek truth in
the greater self.
You come
seek shelter
open your mouth
but there’s no more
you on the horizon
you know
you remain in all
you’ve loved
so there you are
in every fruit
growing together
yoked by sunlight
trough now the voice
is no longer a word
but a dry
grass blade no
cloud approaches.
©Duška Vrhovac
Pix from Net.