Annalena (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
His old age fell on years of abundant harvest. There were no earthquakes, droughts or floods. It seemed as if ...
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