Traffic on the road,
guess what comes to mind
in my pensive state
memories I find
so... I start to think
of your funny ways
and how you brought
sunshine in my days
all the precious moments
you granted to me
all your careful thoughts
so easy to see...
I remember how, you
turned darkness into white
softness of your skin
and the friendly fight
reflections of your portrait
forming of strong ties
oh, how I hate
opening my eyes.
SILVANA KRCULIC
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