Koshava - Kosava
Koshava
is whistling and howling around my
window. Blue sky is filled with streaks of white clouds,
and the sun persistently trying to sent greetings by some lonely ray that squeeze down through the
fluffy clouds. In the yard
can be perceived only small bunch of dirty snow somewhere. Only white roof of
garages remained that it would be the snowy season. Parching branches of the
trees weigh down on wind and make weird stained glass.
There appear various types of flowers, large
and small animals that talks with
sound of wind.
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Kosava zvizdi i fijuce oko mog prozora. Plavetnilo neba je isarano belim oblacima, a Sunce uporno pokusava da posalje pozdrav tek po nekim zrakom koji uspe da se provuce izmedju paperjastih oblaka. U dvoristu se samo po negde naziru gomilice prljavog snega. Jedino beli krov garaza podseca da bi ovo trebalo da bude snezno doba. Ogolele grane drveca se povijaju na vetru i prave cudne vitraze. Tu se pojavljuju razne vrste cvetova, velike i male zivotinje koje se oglasavaju zvukom vetra, . . .
By DeeDee
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