Thời gian
TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingersWithout putting its ring on them,And I remain simply its lover
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry
Thời gian
TIMETimeAnd how it slips through my fingersWithout putting its ring on them,And I remain simply its lover
Visar Zhiti, The Condemned Apple: Selected Poetry