Talk In A Warm Room ~ Razgovor U Toploj Sobi Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Morning and sun are at my window.
Why is this called a warm room?

The walls are silent,
thoughts are flying,
and I hear voices in silence.
Those are my tired memories
that speak beautifully.

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Razgovor u toploj sobi

Jutro i sunce su mom prozoru.
Zašto se ovo zove topla soba?

Zidovi ćute, misli lete,
a ja čujem glasove u tišini.
To moje umorne uspomene
lijepo razgovaraju.