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Apr 2016
Morning
Like a cigarette smoke
Love disappeared from her lips
Bitter sun shone upon the tips of trees
He knew all was lost
Upon the lilac petals
Of yellow reality
She won’t return
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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