The Garden Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
The Garden
I have invented fine garden of grief,
But there true flowers blossomed...
From tears has raged pure azure lake,
Precisely such colour, as your eyes like
Warned to me, about the severe days
Scared the white butterflies of valley...
For the snowflakes is very lovely
But feelings him- left to heavens...
I have invented fine garden of grief.
Your refrain carries the music of grief. Very lovely, Tsira. Always your friend, Sandra
when the morning breeze entered the /garden/ as a nurse of the rose.. find a sunny face and shelter of the rose 10 + for your nice poems...
Tsira, this is a sad one, but always remember the place they have gone to holds no harm for them there. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David
Unfortunately Tsira there are too many gardens of grief in this world, sad but 10 my friend
A solemn title and a verse to match Tsira - - but a poetic invention I hope - - a fine verse.....10 + + + Fay
Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A Sad one Tsira, remember him not in a garden of grief, but one of love, im sure he looks down on his flower on earth from above.. Andy 10