* * * The Guitar Was Singing Poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
* * * The Guitar Was Singing
Then warmed by the spring sun,
My heart was beating quietly...
Surrounded wit loving caresses
The guitar was singing, one's...
When he how joyfully sang.
The heart was beating, i thought then
The sun would always bring me roses.
And guitar was singing together me.
So beautiful..Your style is so classic... Thanks Tsira for sharing your poems.
Being a fanatical lover of the eledtric guitar...this poems title caught my eye...Glad it did...Was it a Fender-Stratacaster? lol! Very Nicely Done, T, indeed! Frank/FjR
Lovely write Tsira, you have a remarkable way with words, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
your pen is always giving you a remarkable piece to share Tsira, making us always in deep thoughts using our creative imagination........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:07:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely write Tsira...wonderful to read...10++ and to the idiot who rated this down grow up and get a life