As Verses-Fisherman

Poem By Tsira Gogeshvili

As brooks of mountains
To going - muses restless...

If you'll not catch it,
With hands yours, with...

Will by necessary
For you only at once...

Then you become
By, like the fisherman...

Comments about As Verses-Fisherman

Dear Tsire, hem... beautiful words and ideas, but... well... I don't want to repeat. Konstantin.
Nice words Tsira- as brooks of mountains- just lovely. Best wishes, Andrew
Beautiful unique writing Tsira...wonderful to read....Fi 10+++
great piece...suggestive verses...10


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