* * * Blowing Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
* * * Blowing
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...
Love this one Tsira my friend..... the picture of the moon closing an iced door is very poetic.....10 plus from Fay
the wind, moon and sun a lovely gathering...a lovely painting in very few words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And many screens, can be a home ...within this screan... Larger and the bee would.. and fill in each square... Low or high.. it is differant.. and as an octagon we.. compatible with the noon.. is moon in heavan....iip