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..........

Tsira Gogeshvili

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