Pigeons

I'm going to the quiet courtyard to feed the pigeons (with you).
Birds fly, circling overhead.
A light waltz of gray feathers enveloped the grass.
Two brave birds are singing "I love you."
White bread is eaten too fast.
We could be together, but you're a real daredevil!

19.06.2025

Перевод моего стихотворения "Сизари" - на английском языке


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