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.

Tsira Gogeshvili

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