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Oct 2018
I stand at the entrance of the church somewhat lost
I watch sacred icons, cross-view
Every character and eyes call you to accost
I remembered my early childhood and my croft
When everything was simple and soft
Parents younger, grandfather host
Who are we? Human beings, sons of God
Devil’s subject or a great human frost?
A look at the lost cross
Start, heated, close, defrost...
Written by
Ivan Mihajlovic  23/M/Belgrade
(23/M/Belgrade)   
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