My Pigeons Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov
My Pigeons
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?
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8/3/2026 5:25:48 PM # rel_20260801T223347Z_c882427
Mersi Milica! Moge bi ma mama)))))