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Apr 2016
As the spring blew the winter’s touch away
and the country showed no signs of life,
from the ashes of those who had fallen
grew a bed of dandelions in a single night.
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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