The Morning Silence Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
The Morning Silence
All melancholy have gone on strike and forced me...
That they became forgotten from me, can't meet...
I cannot, but must, too to resist them burning
Especially into such darkness at the morning...
When the sun still sleeps under a snow plaid...
But heart listens songs to oceans again
Therefore I doesn't love the morning silence...
Also silence doesn't love me, no difference...
23.01.09.
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4/25/2024 7:42:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have painted a wonderful scene here Tsira, simply lovely words, 10 Lynda xx