* * * Small Novel Of The Big Wood - Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
SMALL NOVEL OF THE BIG WOOD
Goddess Diana bathed inside
Solar beams over wood's valley...
Tigers and lions listens her song -
Played under her feet peacefully...
The bewitched hunter silently stands
Behind to the enormous tree linden...
And the linden it, so blossomed when
Ruthlessly a nice, by the sun scent's ...
Has far gone hunter dreams, to charmer...
Not for a skin of the lion and not the tiger...
He dies from shining stretch golden
Ringlet of Diana, fallen on marble breast, her..
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