Tsira Gogeshvili Poems

You gave me wings,

And I could not fly...
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TO THE SLEEPLESS BELLS
(TO THE POET CHUMMED UP
WITH A VERSEZ...)
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I am a certain poetess
Strewing about the rhymes.
My heart blazes on and on,
Its fire burns at all times.
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These hands
Are just the illusion
Of the wings…
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Breezes expect now our moon...
That to tell him evening gossips...
Moon, with hope searches the suns...
On the heart plays with melancholy
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When your bedroom for you very far

When already you stand -nearby by bar,
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The rainy truth

Weather forecasters
Will not always justify
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No, they are not stars...
This, my dreams shine in the sky...

No, it not a rain...
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You have forgotten, - why,
I am sorcerer-girl
I don't sleep dear, never,
My gossiper-magpie,
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Clicks with fingers - are not an exit - from a trouble...
Your sentry dog will not help to you avoid from fear...
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What remains to the unwinged butterfly before fire...
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