O W L Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
O W L
There is nothing that he suffers from daltonism,
All the same, only grey mice wait in the field...
An owl proud - a head big
And let will begin to cry for all...
26.10.08.
Extremally original and very lyrical point of view. I just love it! It surprised me very nice, right because this poem is not a grey mouse in this infinite poetic field! Best regards, Onelia
I love the music into the words. I can read it several times and have different sounds; loud, mumured or in silent....
A great verse Tsira, lovely words for a lovely bird. Best wishes, Andrew
A small gem of a poem. The sound of an owl creates a night mood in my mind.10 from me. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 1:03:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Owls are magnificent birds, well told poem, thanks, 10 Lynda xx