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Naošte lime maske za uši na Zazzle i i ne znam https://www.zazzle.com/face_mask_illustration-256923871196695295
This gallery contains 4 photos.
Naošte lime maske za uši na Zazzle i i ne znam https://www.zazzle.com/face_mask_illustration-256923871196695295
Posted in 3D Art, 4D Mapping Art, Art series, Decorative Art, Design Studio, Digital Art, Digital Art Series, Fractal Art, Illustration, Modern Art, Pattern, Print, Unique, Wearable art
Tagged Digital Art
Spring idila
Na stablu ukras
Cvet trešnje
Pun slatkog polena
U kotarici nektra
Medenog okusa
Dok tanane latice
Polako opadaju
Po tepihu travnatom
Slika se dopunjuje
Svakom novom laticom
A grane raspupalim listovima
I cvrkutom veselim
Iz gnezda
Proljetna simfonija
Raspevane prirode
Odzvanja po trotoarima
Cvetaju uz asfalt
Krunice boje ljubice
Pozdravljaju prolaznike
Hodati dok prosipaju
Niti radosti puteve
Ispod svoda posutog
Oblacima prozirnim
Na nebu plavom
Kao more
Ljuljaju se
I plove ka nekim
Dalekim lukama
Sa druge strane
Obzorja.
Posted in Digital Art, Poetry illustration, Vector Illustration
Tagged Digital Illustration, Poetry
SILENCE BESIDE BLUE DANUBE
From Kalemegdan we watched the blue Danube
Which are blured by autumn rain
A leaf by leaf danced waltz
While we were walking through the park
Silence beside the Danube
Each with ther thougths
Counting and flipping
Long time ago written pages of life
Colored and patterned by 4 seasons
Writing every fall
News on page personal history
And white carriage passed
Near our youth chestnuts
Walked the horses to distant
The stars in the sky
Silently at life paths
So slowly like we go with life lines
Leaving others to write new homage to nature.
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ŠUTNJA PORED PLAVOG DUNAVA
Sa Kalemegdana gledali smo Dunav plavi
Kojeg su mutile jesenje kiše
A list po list plesao je valcer
Dok smo šetali po parku
Šutnjom pored Dunava
Svako sa svojim mislima
Prebrojavao je i listao
Već davno napisane stranice života
Koje su bojala i šarala 4 godišnja doba
Upisujući svake jeseni
Novi list na stranicu lične historije
I beli fijaker je prolazio
Pored kestenova naše mladosti
Koračali su konji vrani prema dalekim
Zvezdama na nebu
Tiho što trepere nad stazama života
Tako i mi polako odlazimo sa životne trake
Ostavljajući druge da pišu nove ode prirodi.
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