In September… Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
In September…
IN SEPTEMBER…
In September,
When the plane-tree
Is a proud sight,
And when its short-lived,
Yellow grief
Goes with the wind,
It stands there
With its bare hands
Raised to the sky,
All frozen and chilled,
And begs the sun
To restore it to life.
Translated from Georgian
Timeless moments between heaven and earth, we who observe. Shaun.
I am standing watching myself stark incontrast like life itself 10 Chris x
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4/24/2024 12:32:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
so beautiful.............thanks for sharing