Mother your children are like birds

2026-09-22T04:42:11+02:00September 22nd, 2026|Categories: proverka|

Verse 1

For as long as I can remember,
The windows always glowed for me,
In the room filled with quiet spring,
And embroidered towels on the wall.
In that sacred, peaceful chamber,
A child’s heart would read and know
Shevchenko’s kind and […]