He seeks all those who were lost,
All those, who had left him.
Many remained just toastmasters,
Some fell down from the hill…
He seeks all those who were lost,
All those having lost the sense of beauty,
Who fled hard times, ran away…
But linger about and stop on their way…
4.07.2001
Translated from Georgian
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