it is time to get up
still I feel
the pillow smells of you
tomatoes this year
beautiful, you took care
about it
you are already on your way
in a minute you will be there
where smell
of scythed fresh
grass, pleasantly
is annoying nostrils
and then again
a few sleepless nights
in thoughts, together
we will count the time
and as ever you will be
sitting, in your armchair
with the favourite newspaper,
and I will think, what to give
for us, to the dessert.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Charming, light and nice poem. Pleasantly it is being read, I like it. :))