Mala Vrata 6
As the sun peaks over the horizon, The sea is a sheet of glass The leaves of the palm trees, still soldiers, await the call of the wind. The town starts breathing. Slowly at first. The market opens. Then faster.…
As the sun peaks over the horizon, The sea is a sheet of glass The leaves of the palm trees, still soldiers, await the call of the wind. The town starts breathing. Slowly at first. The market opens. Then faster.…