* * * When Winter’s In Full Bloom Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
* * * When Winter’s In Full Bloom
When Winter’s In Full Bloom
When the winter’s still
In full bloom into the soul...
I’m turned into a thing- tiny
So that I’m not seen…
you know, It's so nice to sit on the
Grief-colored stone...
And, as ladies-gossipy,
To watch the passers-by…
with drawing into the stillness of the soul, when winter is in full bloom, sad, serene and beautiful10 Mamta
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4/26/2024 3:56:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This reads so peacefully Tsira - - and I am intrigued by the expression 'grief-coloured stone' - - this is a profound poem - - and 10 + ++ from Fay...xx