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Aug 2015
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he taught dead languages
with a passion
that made her so alive
- ancient dawns
across new skies
syllables rhyming
in the dark

creased pages
corners upturned
whispers of pencils
whispers of rains

trailing long fingers
down memory lanes
writing letters
on window panes
Ruzica Matic
Written by
Ruzica Matic  37/F/Serbia
(37/F/Serbia)   
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