She Loved The Smell Of Basil ~ Ona Je Voljela Miris Bosiljka Poem by Jankovic Zoran

I loved to see her smile.
It was early morning. She was sleeping.
I went to the garden and the kitchen,
and she was still asleep.

I carefully placed my tray
to the nightstand and I waited.
The room smelled of basil and fried egg.
She turned, opened her eyes, and smiled.

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Ona je voljela miris bosiljka

Ja sam volio njen osmijeh.
Bilo je rano jutro. Spavala je.
Otišao sam u baštu i kuhinju,
a ona je, i dalje, spavala.

Pažljivo sam stavio sam tacnu
na noćni ormarić i čekao sam.
Soba je mirisala na bosiljak i pržena jaja.
Okrenula se, otvorila oči i nasmijala se.