Is there anything else but beauty of our Life?


A Village


Chickens cheep around a hen.
Children run next to school.
Workers build a church and
invite us to see it.
Inside, it is clean and smells
of lime. Colours are mild and
we speak
silently.




Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 16:31

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