From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
Rožnati Zaliv
Ob obali se nahaja
tik nad gladino,
nežno prelivajoča se
modrina.
On utrujen se sprehaja
muči um silno,
ona že spi, otroci
so fino.
