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I miss chill breeze,
sharp peaks,
pair of gloves,
gentle smile
on your face

… meadows and planes

Obscured by the clouds
of thoughts,
floating above the ground
stretched on the cold,
high peaks
- windy lines,
like a puppet
on a strings
of dream

… miss you in all
high above …

Gavrilovic S. ©
Simplifying
helps you reach
a solid ground
and the blue sky
behind

Drawing patterns
of life,
with a tips of fingers,
mixing colors
on a palm,
without having a strength
for a firm grip
knowing things,
deliberately letting go

And, why asking
questions, when
everything is so simple?

Even the blue sky,
highlighting
all around
Just ask, simple
why?
Having no reason
to write this -
I’m writing.

Having no reason
to love someone -
I do love.

Having no reason to
say something -
I’m shouting.

Having no reason
to be happy -
I’m smiling.

Having no reason
to be what I am,
I am - for so many
reasons
Swirling my mind
in a kaleidoscope
of thoughts -
trying to find
simple line

letting go,
having on mind,
all that was left
behind

with a smile,
just with
a smile

(c) Srdjan Gavrilovic
Here is the place
where the light
comes in,
and a few scattered
things, at the table,
in front of us

Orange, sliced at the half,
grapes and hard cheese,
open book,
with underlined text,
paper, with drawings,
and the silence -
all around,
like a stranger,
between us

© Srdjan Gavrilovic
Hope?
- NOPE!
For fun?
- RUN RUN RUN!
To drink?
- ONE OR TWO!
To live?
- OR TO DIE!
To love?
- OR TO SAY GOODBYE…


©Srdjan Gavrilovic
If
If there is a place
in time,
will you just give me
a shred of your
smile?
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