Roses do not grow in the garden more, might watering...
Winter in April has begun there, sometimes too meet...
Gardener sits silently near fire-place...was sadly filling...
Can be will help, he drinks of sweet tea with the sweetest biscuit...
An elegiac poem picture that lingers in the mind. Beautiful, Tsira. Warmest regards, Sandra
Dear Tsira, again I like your wonderful ideas, but if you write in English, ple-a-se, don't forget the realities of this language (THE sweetest... and so on) . Konstantin.
An event or a piece of environment is successfully penned. You always speak a lot with short keys words and that is your style. Your style of composition added a good value to your poems. This is a nice poem with multi-directional meanings. Love with 10
The roses don't grow anymore and so the gardener takes solace in his sweet tea and biscuits...done that myself before now...wonderful write Tsira...Fi 10++++
hey Tsira I cannot undersatnd the connection between sweet tea, biscuits, and roses whatever, since it comes from the lovely Tsira (a beautiful name) I guess its, as beautiful-- anjali
I am glad to see your works take that direction.....Pleasure into wisdom.....great Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so lovely Tsira, the sun will again shine, regards Tom 10+