Georgia is wet in summer,
Tears as rain and steam as guilt.
Georgia is scorched in summer,
Those who parish, feel the heat.
Down, near the water, they sing.
They delve where water cools.
Georgia is wet in summer,
As those who lose their dreams.
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Christian, The beautiful ode about yours Georgia, my Georgia is so magical too...10.... All the best, Tsira