Tamara Stamenkovic
Abyss of thoughts,  Written literature | Author's writings


I feel comfortable in the rain.
I feel it cleans all the dirt
which is present for days, weeks…
Everything is washed and cleaned, ready to start again.
They persistently make me dirty, and I keep laughing at the clouds.
I’m waiting for it. I know it’s coming. It always comes…

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