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We brought saplings of trees,radiant peach, apple.We nurtured them, they bore divine fruit.I wanted to export them, but in vain,says the farmer from G..
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You talk to everyone, everyone in your heart,
But you’re not a god,
You’re just a woman sitting in a subway car, talking to herself.
Yo..
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I want to live in a house where silence reigns,to hear the echo of sounds drifting in from the yard.To live like the beautiful tales written on the pa..
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Living in the suburbs has a special charm, especially if you live in one of the quarters of Tbilisi's Varketili district, where the sea is also nearby..
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Madness, like a human's mark,
It claims that everything is fine,
It plays, as for it, God has changed,
Faith is either exalted or diminished.
Sign..
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The wind stirs my black curtain.
I hear the sound of branches,
The wind sweeps the dry grass on the fields,
Like waves on the sea.
Cold hearts,
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I place my slippers by the bed,
Hoping I’ll wake up to find them where I left them,
I do this over and over, feeling the same.
Habits, ..
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Red roses planted in a filthy ravine,
For the bliss of passersby.
Brought there by witches,
Visually stunning,
Left at the mercy of rain,
Bloom..
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I think I'll go somewhere,
In Alaska's cold I'll settle alone.
I pondered on the fallen angel.
No matter how dark my thoughts are on the es..
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Newton was the name of the garden where I sat,My knees were tired,My hands rested on my tired knees.After much walking, I wandered into this quiet gar..
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