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                                PAHULJE

                                Pahulje bele plešu u letu
                                dok ćutke klize dole s visine,
                                pa se zavrte u piruetu
                                k'o prave nebeske balerine.

                                Od snežnog plašta sve je već belo
                                ali se one još nebom roje,
                                u snenom ritmu tiho al' smelo
                                dodaju svetu još bele boje.

                                Hoce l' ovako padati slepo
                                dok ne obele celu planetu?
                                Ne znam ali bi baš bilo lepo
                                živeti u tom skroz belom svetu.

                                Pošto mi nije zima ni malo
                                jer mi rukavice ruke greju
                                i glavu čuva kapa sa šalom,
                                samo nek' plešu i neka veju!

                               Dragana Konstantinović
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