With you, I forgot home and time. And poems. Poems! – what trifles. I looked at […]
Inna Kabysh
September was ending – leaving cigarette butts, apple cores, drifts of leaves. Used to bad news, I […]
With you, I forgot home and time. And poems. Poems! – what trifles. I looked at […]
September was ending – leaving cigarette butts, apple cores, drifts of leaves. Used to bad news, I […]