The Dress |
Nobody sees your hands on it
When I walk down the street |
Nobody sees your fingers on it
When I come back home |
The small button is sewed on anew
And all dreams buttoned high up to the neck |
I take this dress off gently
I put this dress on gingerly |
For me it has the power of magic
And I'd like so much for everybody
To see your hands on it. |
Mira Alečković |
(Translated from the Serbian. Translation
© Slobodan Drenovac) |