Learning new language

Spring didn’t bring any change.

As dull clouds spilled ink

on the white face of the sky

so did your cheeks grow

more yellow creases

and lips  were losing their smile.

 

 

Emptiness swallowed all the words:

our nameless turning heads,

evasion of eyesight collision

is the only language we know.

Maja S. Todorovic

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