BLOWING
The moon- homeless has found a hut
In Whites clouds....
Has strongly closed an ice door, and sleeps
Dreamt Deeply ...
But the wind does not give rest, to poor
- Blowing in windows...
On forehead silvery...
But the sun caresses opened in eyes...
Tsira Gogeshvili
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