Irreal there is a
My thoughts,

But, melancholy
Is the real...

Until then proce-
Eds in heart

Snowfall of
Blank verse...

But sings the roses,
All the with hearts...

By Morning sing a
Spring major's...

Only the piece
Of, winters, shines

At the mountains
Top, like so nice

As in dreams sings,
He with a base:

I will return...
Soon - very fast....

Tsira Gogeshvili

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-return/