You Could Have…by Ivanka Radmanović

You Could Have… by Ivanka Radmanović Among the blooming rosemary soaked by the rain, under bewildering domes of black cypresses, with your face bleached by the storm and your hair in waterfalls, barefoot you walk along the old path, down the ancient stone stairs, avoiding stepping on soaked fig leaves, glued to the ground. behindContinue reading “You Could Have…by Ivanka Radmanović”