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Oct 2018
Cold October morning, the wind is loud,
I wake up awfully, from my dream somehow crazy.
Dark skies and every cloud of color is bitterness.
The sun is behind the cloud, there it is, it is heated, it just can not be seen.
The smell of honey and morning coffee arouses me a little mood.
I turn on TV and play music, news make mi tired.
In one teaspoon of honey I felt all the beauty, tenderness, pride
Our dear God is given nature.
On TV was song β€˜Beliver'. Too perfect for such a depressing morning.
Written by
Ivan Mihajlovic  23/M/Belgrade
(23/M/Belgrade)   
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