Ruzica
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FearA Poem by RuzicaHe whirrs, disturbs the withered leaves, cries, yells hungrily, haunts the forsaken dwellings, moans, abandoned by all, exiled, banished, thrown .. |
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ColdA Poem by RuzicaMy hands are wet from the snowball I've been making crystal water sparkling against my skin My hands are cold The sleeves of my coat aren't long en.. |
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TiredA Poem by RuzicaI'm growing tired of listening of concentrating of participating of always being alert and awake Tired of smiling and talking of saying please an.. |
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ClassA Poem by RuzicaHotstuffy air brown wooden walls The resounding voice lecturing on the American Civil War in perfect British accent White board and blue felt tip p.. |
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Sunday AfternoonA Poem by RuzicaWhite velvet curtains flowing in the winda brave new Sun peeking into my roomThe day is fine and the clouds are fewa boy on a bicycle eating an ice cr.. |
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SundayA Poem by RuzicaGreen water glistening in puddles on the pavementthe smell of sawdust and coffee beansmuffled laughter behind the curtainsClinging of pots and pansa d.. |