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Feb 2018
It snows,
and it occurs to me,
to go there -
on that same path of snow,
surrounded by trees,
with heavy branches
to the ground

But since, you’re
not there
anymore -
all that is left
is just simple
white,
crystal clear
snow
…
and it snows

Gavrilovic S. (c)
srdjan gavrilovic
Written by
srdjan gavrilovic  M/Belgrade
(M/Belgrade)   
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