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A moment of realization


                   Dušan Pejaković,


                        Montenegro




                I remember fondly one dear old

                               memory,
           a moment in which I was in an exalted

                           state of mind:


             myself, hitherto lonely in the world,
            in a boat, vigorously rowing towards
                            the open sea.


           Shimmering sea was steady and calm.

               Sun was barely noticeable on the
                          horizon at dusk.


               It was casting the last rays of it's

                   bright orange-reddish light
            and it all looked like an impressionist
                               painting.


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