Monday, January 20, 2014

Not Any Of Them Is Like You Comments

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The mornings leave wet drops of your coming
And drowned in dew each atom’s a spell
The cloudless blue keeps calling you miming
At a distant thunder at a silent shell
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Miroslava Odalovic
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Miroslava Odalovic

Miroslava Odalovic

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