Melancholy Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

..such words held together in their own gentle mantle..exist in its own space..breaths its own air..refractory within their own light..depending on nothing outside of itself....a completed completeness.....a poem without compare :) tom

Melancholy is a beautiful poetic word and you capture the very essence of in these elegiac, January lines. Exceptional. Love, Sandra

Song of the snowfall sung by lovers like white flakes.Sweet piece Tsira.

Three days over the cusp of a new year... Your title tis an interesting word.. conquers sadness for me and covered in snow's blanket.. it somehow ends pure in Holy.. A Happy New Year to you Tsira, aroha Deana xx