Tsira Gogeshvili - * * * Cornflower

I love the sky, the sky most blue...
As dreamlike eyes, of meadow cornflower...
The May month came, so noisy, nearer.....
The month of roses name to it to us...
I wait a rose my, warm of heart and the most red...
For I did not sit, on the tree of Elysium as mute a sparrow...
I loved sky's colour, of such as a cornflower of meadow...

Tsira Gogeshvili

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