May 27, 2016
On a morning like this
when the sunlight streams
in and falls
on the window-sill,
everything in a surprise goes helter skelter,
the rose in the vase is a stunning red,
the pages of the diary flutter,
only my cat is the creature
that remains composed,
looks out and reads the message of this morn.
On a morning like this
when the sunlight streams
in and falls
on the window-sill,
everything in a surprise goes helter skelter,
the rose in the vase is a stunning red,
the pages of the diary flutter,
only my cat is the creature
that remains composed,
looks out and reads the message of this morn.
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Eu am doi pisoi mici,
căci Bubu a plecat de acasă
și nu s-a mai întors...
Foarte frumos poem, Sushama! Bravo! 🌹
Oh, Bubu left home? That's how our cat Gundu also left home and did not come back. I will tell you about her some day. Was Bubu very much attached to your mom?
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