Treptaji zore, ulice izmorene kišom,
tvoje reči nemirno se roje, dok budi se grad.
Natopljena krila crne ptice,
rone suze na nas, anonimni povici iz daljine,
stvaraju privida glas.
Poem by Hajdi
Haljina/Dress: Vintage from 80s
Papuče/Slippers: Monki
Kačket/Hat: New Balance
Naočare/Sunglasses: Kurt Cobain
Ogrlica/Necklace: Vintage from 70s from Greece
Ranac/Backpack: AliExpress
Photos by Dario
Style by Hajdi
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