Not It Envieshim His Desolation... - Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
NOW IT ENVIES HIM
March couldn’t part with its nature,
Made me give up the isolation.
Then it marched into someone else…
Somewhere, not near, far away…
And, now, envies him his desolation.
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