* * * With Beam Stack Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
* * * With Beam Stack
You think that I made it well,
When did not choose one's red- roses fall,
They loudly sing too and will laugh on the morning.........
But their aroma is a medicine for dream and the fan dreaming..
I was afraid that... I can waken to its Excellency the Moon with beam stack
So has chosen a colourless pink roses, as to boring colourless lipstick..........
Roses really are a medicine to be used for dreaming Tsira - - - lovely warm poem and 10 + + from Fay....xx
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8/15/2026 1:26:25 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
When they fall, perhaps stack is rearrangement of the beam moons pink thinly veiled in see through smile..iip