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