At Mid-Fire Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

At Mid-Fire



Now sit you, sit at mid fire,
Would you like so few-air,
Listen to me it's little tale,
Without the begin it's ex
And without any ending
Caravan has come back,
Gauf waits - he is next,
Now sit you sit at mid fire,
Would you like so few-air.

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