My pigeons.
these, who live
in the birdhouse,
(for
pets)
are not at all “my” pigeons.
I am not there during the day.
And I cannot recognize myself.
At night they talk to each other.
I understand that this is so,
when in the room with my pigeons
I am met by a big blue eye.
They shyly grow quiet.
Please,
Do not be concerned.
They get along just fine.
prekrasna stikhotvorba za malite ptici - gulabi.............a chiji se plavite ochi?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mersi Milica! Moge bi ma mama)))))