Only is shines on eyelash of tears...
And dreams - one dreams flies....
In heart one's reddens, so rose...
And one sits on a various clouds...
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I would like to translate this poem
In heart one's reddens, so rose... And one sits on a various clouds... So nicely and easily said..wish if can ever get a chance to sit close and listen to your heart. Keep writing Tsira.