The white clouds: Emina Đelilović-Kevrić
The white clouds By Emina Đelilović-Kevrić I wake up with the scent of the women Who abandoned their homes On the thresholds they left the traces of their blood All clothes from their children, memories on their first cry While the sounds of the Muslim’s call to prayer and church bellsContinue Reading










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