Tsira Gogeshvili Poems

Drink For Me


But, this morning is dawned for you,
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I remember many blue songs...
It was heartly and warmly so...
Some sounded as the silver-rain,
But it operated as poppy's wine.
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Three days cried a rain.
Three days wandered winds...
Three days caressed the sun...
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My lovely, the clever cat
To walked in a garden...
Has smelt to a rose:
- As beautiful,
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He wandered in valleys so,
Asks to flowers everywhere...

Perhaps you have seen
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The color was tired
Of variegation,
Calliope’s sad wing
Was lowered,
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Unlucky turkey

One's the boy
Has regretted
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Farmland is ill by a facebook,
Someone shouts often: - cuckoo,
But was unboiled... and was flue,
He no ate still him poor cock blue.
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One word is would be very much...

But Two word - will be tiny...
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