Poems by Dragica Ivanović
FOR THE FAR, TOO FAR AWAY Tell me my beautiful flowerWhat time is it over there?Let me know when you are dreaming,and when we are together. What time is it? I know that here the time has been measured by the spring,Starting from this morning, and everything smells like ground, happiness caused by meetings,like joy.Perhaps the winter will come back, who knows, but […]
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