* * * * Drink For Me Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

Drink For Me


But, this morning is dawned for you,
And for you this the sun rises over ocean
This starling sings in leaves of plush for you...
And for you its fragrant breezes blows now...

Yes, sometimes I sleep how a melancholy rose
Sleeps in waterless to a vase in a drawing room.
But I wait again morning dew from a window,
For, one more day has lived I as the silent butterfly...

This the morning dawn is yours already certainly...
But this the morning dew... will the drink for me, only...