TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Tanja Bakić

Sinister but immaculate, The resounding thought, The primal light. Larger by day, Smaller by night, Up from the navel Till it downward enters Solitude, And looking for the herd Fed by waters, Mute and long gone.

The walnut’s shell Till the last haven Is carried. The secret of secrets In the wine dregs Is flickering.

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