Lucky Beggar

Lucky beggar now- unhappy
White horse - who he wanted
Have presented ones most dark.

poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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A Ridge

Sunlight morning is pink-
Peaceful like a ridge,
Though, eternal fires burned
Of the phoenix wing...

poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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Honeymoon

Cinderella
And
Prince,
Wedding...
There all
Was
But,
As honeymoon-
Who'll rescue?
Sos! ! !

Ts.

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Pink-Pearl Driver

Pink-Pearl Driver

Still, the red roses do not grow - in hothouses,

For them, until then neon lamps are ridiculously.

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Farewell Evening's Art

Farewell Evening's Art
Not always is the cheerful -
Such farewell evening's art-
But is shining with tears -
That by slowly flow to heart-

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Old Song Now As New

Old Song Now As New

The tyrant too sings swing -
Tyrant is too loving as if -
Look and learn a swimming -
Don't fall asleep in its ship-

TS.

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Applause, flowers without kiss

Why same clown cries inside dream -
As most the missing businessman,
Its laughter actions it's lost gradually,
But elements of verses -is naturally...

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I want – I wish to believe

I want – I wish to believe
The old tale’s – the ballad’s words,
How the sunny knight cuts
The monsters nine heads off…
Just at one stroke of his sword!

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Good angler

She would give - precisely,
Hers fishing tackle to you,
But it will be so unfairly,
Good anglers are many
But they are so few
Who can thinks up
Own tool for hunting.

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To Be A Mother

The Virgin Mother
Heard my prayer
And psalm,

And sat
A baby
On my pink palm.

Many thanks to Jesus,
To the Virgin’s Son.
Many thanks to Father:

He thought me
Worthy
To be a mother.

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