N- Dance Of Nymphs Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
N- Dance Of Nymphs
He has closed eyes, and did not breathe almost....
- Why I do not have wings... - has thought he so sad...
Stood up behind blackberry to bushes...
And secretly tracked down to dance of nymphs...
Oh, as he wished to sense close her rustle ringlets...
But a trouble roots grew in that that at luxury in the earth...
Has transformed to an the oak...
And now the nymphs... under its branch,
They rests and do not suspect generally,
Whence the wind has brought this melancholy song...
24.01.09.
Another lovely poem Tsira, the last line was simply stunning. Best wishes, Andrew
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:32:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fascinating love story, penned with a very special brush. Your distinctive turn of phrase is always most appealing. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥