In vain laughed loudly...
Sorcerer, to depth of wood...
The sky becomes in blue eyes...
In heavens they up fly...
And the stars exulting, silently
Have started singing at night...
The moon walked in the sky...
The sun has arrived safely so...
13.02.09.
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nocturne-23/
