October wind
Brought me to your,
Mother and father
I found you.
May be I was just a pigeon outside the window.
Who knocks on the glass with its beak.
You saw me and wanted to feed. on a string fastened.
A piece of bread out of the window.
I sat hunched...
October wind
© Copyright: Павел Стремянкин, 2014
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