Nastasimir Franovic
  • su Aphorism dal 2/9/2024

Poesie di Nastasimir Franovic

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Bench

Bench At the end of the field, there is a hill.
At the hill, there is a lonely Turkish oak.(…)

Shadow

Shadow You will feel that the light is slowly suffocating.
Hands start to break.
Fingers(…)