The day was such unusual.
Not only sad and rainy...
Heavenly varnishing...
Was plaintive as never...
The master was advance-guard-
Romanticist boundless one...
But has lost his easel
Of moon, silvery such...
The brushes was lost there
Between star's & meteorite's
You think it is artist the
Breeze: - Yes, but here is...
Masterpiece of this mornings -
Cloud... my cloud, my could
Has departed who -o-o-o..
Who when and where? ..
The day was such unusual.
Not only sad and rainy.
Tsira Gogeshvili
Extraordinary imagery.Like a rainscape painted on a windowpane. You have captured sadness just at the moment of its vanishing... And your whispers have been heard, Tsira.10 without hesitation. Warmest regards, Sandra
Great images here Tsira...rainy days always seem a little sad don't they...thank you...10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tsira, I like all the ideas here, but while reading this poem I suddenly thought, 'Perhaps she just translated the words without thinking anything else', and burst into laughter. Konstantin.