Poetry of life, of this spring that smells on lilacs and hyacinths in love… Poetry of rivers Sava and Danube hugging each other under the feet of my Belgrade, of all of those I have and miss, of this heart that always dreams awake, bit shy deep inside and smiles to kindred spirits hidden in people, animals, plants… Smiles to that eternal beauty in our gentle and strong poetical beings…
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Two Courages
Some people believe that they might be safe if they hide behind their cowardice and the lack of courage for the life they want because […]
