Bozhidar Pangelov

Rookie - 337 Points (23.10.1959 / Bulgaria, Sofia)

My Pigeons - Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov

My pigeons.
these, who live
in the birdhouse,
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.

Do not be concerned.
They get along just fine.

Comments about My Pigeons by Bozhidar Pangelov

  • Rookie - 184 Points Yoonoos Peerbocus (5/27/2010 5:28:00 AM)

    i like the pigeon idea (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 337 Points Bozhidar Pangelov (5/20/2010 1:20:00 AM)

    Mersi Milica! Moge bi ma mama))))) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 17 Points Milica Franchi De Luri (5/19/2010 3:38:00 AM)

    prekrasna stikhotvorba za malite ptici - gulabi.............a chiji se plavite ochi? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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