Sunday morning
I like to go home
to the village in the mountain
and the dog that loved me unreservedly
but she wanted to reinforce our bond
stroking her head whispering sweet words
I like to look back a whole lifetime for a dog
she was proud of me, a couple for a stroll
through her life.
Looking back I think this was my best moment
the creation of true friendship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem of friendship. Indeed dogs are good and loyal friends. Thank-you Sir.