A Visit is a poem about the beauty of the nature.
Whenever I visit you,
you have a present for me,
and want to surprise
me, only because
I have come, my mother.
For the first time, in the field,
I see red poppies.
In the wind, the clean
flowers bend as if they
called me to stop
and watch them, only.
At sunset,
a mallard swims
in the river
between two fishermen,
and behind her, her children,
grey, brown and disobedient.
At one moment, she leads them,
and, at the other, she
swims quickly behind them.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:29
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A Visit
Whenever I visit you,
you have a present for me,
and want to surprise
me, only because
I have come, my mother.
For the first time, in the field,
I see red poppies.
In the wind, the clean
flowers bend as if they
called me to stop
and watch them, only.
At sunset,
a mallard swims
in the river
between two fishermen,
and behind her, her children,
grey, brown and disobedient.
At one moment, she leads them,
and, at the other, she
swims quickly behind them.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 425 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 14:29
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