by Olga Brajnović | Apr 15, 2023 | Family, Health, Love, our life, Poetry
Every time your eyeslook at me without knowing me,my soul crackslike a dry trunk. But I have to be a green branchto hold your trembling armand take you with a firm stepto this house of ours that you no longer see as yours. The years we spent togetherare lost in the...
