Poetry Tuesday: A Girl Threw An Apple To A Cloud

Serbian anonymous

A girl threw an apple to a cloud,
And the cloud kept the apple.
The girl prayed to all the clouds:
Brother clouds, give me back my golden apple.
The guest have arrived:
My mother’s brothers and my uncles.
Their horses are wild like mountain fairies,
When they tread the dust
The dust doesn’t rise.
When they tread on water,
Their hooves don’t get wet.



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