Nastasimir Franovic
  • su Aphorism dal 2/9/2024

Scritti da Nastasimir Franovic

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Swallow

Swallow A swallow landed on my window with an early chirp.
To wake me up and take me out(…)

The Moon

The moon sneaks through the branches.
As though the thoughts of my hopes.
He sneaks up and is(…)

Roots

Like the oak with lots of knots and tight growth rings,
you can count over years and years. (…)

Love

Like a beat of your heart, you heard.
Like a quick breath taken before going underwater.
A(…)

Dream

At the time when I wanted to become a poet,
the sun tempted me to leaf through the storm.
I(…)