from “Day and Night of Everyday” Stars are fallingNight walks barefootEye, full of dreamsDreams of windI look. Listen.After a long nightThis boat, full of flowersSilence of the Karst Silence of the Karst. Beautiful. Too beautiful. Like childern’s voices. Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 admin 2018-08-21T17:23:09+00:00 June 19th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 54|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterLinkedinRedditGoogle+Email