* * * As The Cuckoo One's Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili

Whims style are smiles coveted landing in flight to touch to lite arrows tipped for speed nought to tarry a captive heart beats a stead of works to breath... Your poems have so much hidden understandings it is hard very difficult not to grasp anything but smiles from them...Thank you. gifts are hard to come by you flow with ease as the falls at the head of all great rivers.....iip

Lovely write Tsira...thank you...Fi 10++